Lust Vessel Novels & Stories

Without wasting another moment, and not giving it another thought, Stacy searched for room no 706. As she found the room, she swiped the white card and the doors opened. She entered and saw there was no electricity and saw there was a holder beside the door which looked like the card's size. She put it on the holder and the room lit with light. A smile spread across her lips because it was the first time she entered a royal suite. The room suddenly looked royal. White paint with designer carvings on the corners of the walls. The bedroom was detached from the drawing room and there was an open kitchen. The whole room had golden lights and the couches looked classic with the maroon color. It w

His heart almost stopped. Lila was standing in front of her mirror, completely naked. She looked perfect. Tiny body, smooth pale skin, small perky tits with pink nipples, a flat stomach, and a tight little ass that curved just right. Her long blonde hair fell down her back. She turned slightly and he saw her smooth shaved pussy. Everything—the height, the shape of her breasts, the way her ass looked, even that small beauty mark on her left hip—it was exactly like SweetLily.

Lydia’s pov The black, churning waters of the Indian Ocean standard miles off the coast of Sri Lanka crashed violently against the reinforced hull of the L.V. Ironclad. Three hundred feet of dark grey, military-grade steel sliced through the heavy swell at twenty-eight knots. Behind us, two secondary tactical interceptor craft cut through the spray, their engines roaring like hunting beasts in the tropical storm.

You can pack your bags tonight, and you will leave now. Xavier’s brutal, robotic words looped in her mind on an agonizing, relentless track. The sheer, freezing lack of emotion in his eyes when he had torn the contract in half had entirely shattered whatever naive, fragile hope she had been clinging to. He had looked at her not as a woman he cared for, but as a defective liability. A breach of contract. A problem to be immediately discarded. A sharp, sudden ache pulled tight across her lower abdomen. Hazel gasped, her eyes flying open. She instinctively dropped her hand, pressing her palm flat against the emerald green silk covering her stomach.

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It becomes something entirely new, its value derived not from its original purpose, but from its journey. A few days later, the Wanderlust, now legally the Smooth Sailing (Arthur's idea, I lost the coin toss), sat on a trailer in our driveway, looking decidedly unsmooth and unlikely to sail. It was a twenty-foot fiberglass beast from the 1970s, its paint sun-blistered, one of its vinyl seats cracked clear through. LJ came over that weekend, took one look at it, and burst out laughing. "You bought a crime scene, Dad. I'm pretty sure that's blood on the console."

He was afraid of the mission he was making him do, because it was too dangerous and his true identity might be exposed to the public immediately before he could finish his mission. However, he tried to stabilize and strengthen his will. Not only his life depends on it, but also the lives of his brothers. He knew to himself that this man did not love or fear anyone, he could kill him at any time he wanted. On the other hand, he feels remorse and conscience about himself. He often couldn't sleep well at night, especially whenever he remembered the event of that night. That night he shot and killed the poor girl Luzia.

His uniform was still encrusted with the salt of the Georges Bank, and his shoulder wound had been hastily bound with tactical hemostatic gauze, but his movements were as deliberate and lethal as ever. ​"The storm out there is a category-two coastal depression," Julian said, his voice easily cutting through the roar of the surf as he looked at Lyra. "The naval relay vessel we're tracking isn't a standard military destroyer. It’s an old, converted commercial cable-layer called the Crest of Lisbon. Silas purchased it through a maritime front company in 2022 to handle low-latency dark-web routing outside international waters. It's built like a tank, but it rides low in the water. In a sea like

The timely turning up of the Mount Lu ruins had bought more time for the forces of the Chu Mansion and Huang Yu was originally on orders to regroup with the Sixth Elder at Mount Lu. It did not take long for the Jiu You's Beast Lord mutants to get rid of the rest of the Mustelids onboard the ship. Being the first time onboard a Sacred Relic of such size and capable of flying, the Beast Lord mutants couldn't help wandering around, looking, and touching whatever they found with utmost curiosity. The inside was very meticulously furnished. With more than a dozen cabins, a galley for cooking, heads to refresh oneself, and even a wardroom large enough to hold meetings, the ship's interior looked m

Lord Blackwood’s deep, dangerous voice whispered hotly against my ear. My blood ran cold. “You enjoy listening to me fuck other women, little maid?” His free hand slid down my body, gripping my hip possessively. “Then perhaps it’s time you learn what it feels like to be the one beneath me.”