Mineta Ships Novels & Stories

’ That’s what the customs forms in the Adriatic say. Four years ago, I acquired Maris-Tech, a failing underwater survey company based out of Split, Croatia. They had two S-300 TRITON midget subs, retired Yugoslavian Navy relics. To the Croatian government, they were scrap metal, a liability from a dead regime. To me, they were the skeletons I needed.

"Where are we on the shipment?" "We're making progress, ma'am" I throw him a dirty glare over my shoulder "Try again" "It will be done by the end of the end day, ma'am" "I don't need to tell you what will happen if this isn't sorted today" it's simple. Heads will roll. I am not in the mood to play games with those bastards at the port. If that shipment is a day late, I will handle it the way I normally do. By shooting first and asking questions later. I'm tired of men thinking they can get away with defying me just because I'm a woman. Dino nods. I expect him to leave but he continues to stand where he is "Anything else?"

“Okay… fine. Let’s go.” He guided them toward the other side of the dock where enormous vessels sprawled. “Sweet Jesus…” Nevena’s panic set in again. Row after row of massive ships towered above the horizon—crates being loaded, cranes lifting cargo, sailors shouting orders. Antonio paused at the edge of the pier, shifting Junior down so the boy stood between them. “This looks like a floating city,” Junior remarked, staring up at the central ship. “Lead the way, sir,” Antonio muttered gently.

Everything looked normal—until the first red dot appeared in the North Atlantic Ocean. Cole frowned. “There’s nothing out there.” Another dot appeared. Then another. Then a cluster. Mia straightened slowly. “Wait. That’s… that’s not a static signal. Those are mobile.” Sienna swallowed hard. “It’s a fleet.” But as more red dots flickered onto the screen—merging, aligning, forming a single pulsing mass, her voice dropped. “No… It’s one structure.” Damian’s eyes narrowed. “A ship.”

The second woman was almost weeping in her gratitude. “I have twenty-three ships,” he said. “Five more are permanently mapping the waters and following large rivers, so twenty-three, but only six are due back anytime soon,” he drew in and released a breath. “And there is the added problem in that Meguitte in on board of one of the ships.” He looked up. “We will come,” he told them. “And we will give what aid we can.”

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

"You’ve corrupted the data! You’ve killed the Architect!" "No," Sabizina said, stepping over her husband’s body and leveling a handgun at her mother’s chest. "I just put him back in the cage. And now, I’m taking my husband home." THE DEPARTURE The Sasa Wharf was a scene of utter devastation. Moretti Tech’s logistics hub was a smoking ruin, and the "Black Fleet" of Vane submersibles was waiting in the deep water of the Gulf. Marcus and the Sentinels carried Rage toward the extraction craft. He was alive, but his mind was a fractured mess of two different men.

Her Papa answered instead of her Mama. She just nodded even though she was totally against his parents' decision. This is probably the best thing to do so that her friend Merfie will not be harmed, she almost lost her friend earlier. She had an inference that someone knew she was His Majesty's Mate. She had been warned before that when this mating happens, bad things will begin, she will witness those and will go through.

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.