Lust Vessel Novels & Stories

"Three hundred million dollars in liquidated assets were on that vessel's server. I want the claim filed before the sun comes up." ​Arthur Blackwood sat nearby on a velvet bench, his head in his hands, performing a masterpiece of confusion and heartbreak. He looked like a father who had lost his daughter and his fortune in one tragic mechanical failure. ​"I don't understand," Arthur whispered, his voice trembling for the benefit of the surrounding socialites and the NYPD detectives taking statements. "The stabilizers... the electrical grid... it was a brand-new vessel. How could this happen? My daughter is out there! Vivienne is still in that water!"

Pain shot through my head and chest. Then everything stopped. I couldn't hear anything except ringing in my ears. “Rhea? RHEA!” Nathan's voice was tinny and far away. “I'm…here.” My voice sounded weak. “I… I just crashed.” “What?! Where are you? Rhea, stay with me… where are you?” “I don't know. Side of the road. Trees. I…” The notification of battery low sounded. “My phone's dying.” “I’m not going anywhere, I’m calling for hel..”

Maybe even a touch of… mischief? Her eyes, usually a startling shade of emerald green, looked dull under the harsh living room light. The mascara that usually accentuated their long lashes was smudged in dark streaks down her cheeks, a stark contrast to the carefully applied red lipstick that stained the wine glass she held precariously in a crimson-painted fingernail. Her blonde hair, usually styled in perfect waves, hung limp and lifeless around her shoulders, a few strands escaping to frame a face that looked pale and drawn.

Miss Emma looked at me with her desperate eyes and said. "If Sir tells himself about this woman, this will be much better. But I can tell you this much only that this woman is Sir's second mother and she is the only reason why sir hates women that much. I cannot tell you anything more than that. Her name is Mrs Lou Williams steel. Wedded and legal wife of Mr. Williams Aarno steel.

need to reclaim what was his. At the docks, a "Gilded" Sovereign yacht—the White Lotus—was already idling, its "Zero-Point" thrusters churning the green water into a "Null State" of foam. Cassandra stood on the aft deck, holding Thomas’s hand with a "Vain" grip. Beside her, Victor Monroe looked like a "Broken Asset," realizing too late that he was now a "Liability" in Cassandra’s "Master-Ledger." The Mechanical Violence of the Sea

I replied hesitantly. “I still think that we are the better alternative. Back to the case of that man who needs a wife to inherit his fortune. If he can’t hire one, what do you think he’ll do? Just forget about his fortune? Never, men are greedy creatures. He’ll probably end up tricking some poor girl into becoming his wife and when he gets his money, he’ll dump her and kick her out. That’s what the bastard is going to do,” Justin said before rolling his eyes.

Inside that rusted ribs-frame, there was no heart; there was a massive slow-turning cylinder of black basalt bathed in a pool of thick, violet ink. Thump... Click... Thump. The internal machinery moved with deliberate malice. "Get back Leo " Jasmine hissed. Her voice was a breath. She was trying to drag the child toward the crumpled iron plates of the ship's observation deck. Her boots skidded on the frozen gray slime that covered the floorboards. She fell to her knees gasping in pain.

Its sleek and streamlined design allows it to move effortlessly through the water, maintaining perfect buoyancy. As Marine, Lucious, Nerissa, Madissa, and Naida arrive at the carriage, the preparations are almost complete. The chest containing their belongings is safely stored inside, and each merman carring his own pack, except for Lucious, whose pack rests on the sea floor near the carriage. Markous, ever the attentive palace guard, opens the carriage doors for the mermaids, recognizing the limited space available inside. The air bladder, carefully connected to the carriage, provides additional buoyancy to counteract the weight of the luggage and the mermaids within.

CORPORATE EQUITY — 22 LOTS. And below that, in bold, a new category: **SPECIAL LIVE LOT:** The entry beneath wasn’t like the others. There is no property description. No neat coordinates. Just a blurred female silhouette and a label: **THE LUNARIS VESSEL (LIVE)** My chest constricted. “They’re not even pretending it’s not a person,” I said. “They just… blur the face and call it justice.” “‘Vessel’ is how they sleep at night,” Kieran said. “Not *girl.* Not * woman * Just a container with a pulse.”

‍ "He’s‌ not in Af‌rica. He’s not in South Ameri⁠ca‍. He’s… he’s on a vessel in the middle of the Atlant​ic. A cont‌ain‍er ship. T‍he *Northern St‌ar*.⁠" C‍elest‍e froze. The *Northern Star* was o​ne of th⁠e vessels that had been marked for a structural review during the Luxembourg crisis​. I‌t was a massiv⁠e, autom⁠ated freighter t​ha‌t carried thous‌a⁠nds of​ con​tainers, the kind of‍ sh‍ip that was e⁠ssentially a flo​at‌ing city of steel.