Miniskirt Pirates Novels & Stories

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

She walked out of her room – half-dressed and half-asleep– dragging her little backpack behind her as if it had insulted her ancestors. “What’s a jellybean?” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “Exactly,” I said, lifting the princess dress. “How about this?” She shook her head, made a face. “Too itchy.” “Okay,” I muttered, tossing it aside. I pulled out a gold vest with some fake coins sewn into the hem. “What about a merchant pirate? It’s original. Slightly dramatic. Like someone who yells ‘Arrgh’ but also manages a small business.”