Nada Boats Blue Book Novels & Stories

I inquired. "Among Nadine's assets are 12 tanker ships, with five currently traversing the Pacific, transporting oil and various goods. We plan to deploy helicopters to dispatch Alex's special ops, who will seize control of these ships and demand ransom. This will not only financially bleed the company but also further depress its stock value. Are you comfortable with this course of action?" Linda's query was methodical, yet laden with implications. "Strip Nadine of everything. Proceed," I commanded, a cold resolve settling over me.

Zariah’s POV I laid it out on the war table the way I'd once diagrammed a hostile takeover in a seminar room, boxes and arrows, my father's beautiful handwriting on a legal pad, everything the burner and my mother had given me turned into a shape a room full of dangerous people could act on. Coconut Grove. Key West Boulevard. A marina. Slip 14. A forty-two-foot boat with an ugly clever name that Naomi, three keystrokes in, confirmed was registered to a shell that was registered to a shell that was registered, four layers deep, to a company Isaiah Crowe had used before. It was real. It was where he slept. Tasha Brooks, for all her poison, had handed her daughter a true thing.

Anderson whispered. "I can't deny it…" Steve said. From a distance, they spotted the black speedboat illuminated by the beam of the flashlight. The speedboat's front was pointed towards the left. Without a word, Miss Mylda walked towards the front of the boat and immediately started the engine. "Wow... This is a Sea Ray 540 Sundancer... the most expensive speedboat in the world," Anderson exclaimed. "Hey, do you guys want to save yourselves from jail, or do you plan to keep talking nonsense?" Miss Mylda snapped as she gripped the wheel.

I thought everything we had been working hard for was falling into place, smoothly transitioning just like how we had planned. Ahbaya and I were both responsible for overseeing how the boat was made. The 10 feet wide and 25 feet long sail boat looked pretty solid. With sails made of canvas extracted from the cotton trees of the forest, the room made from the humongous trees. In a few days, we would be able to go back to the Northern Kingdom to hunt down Hyacinth before she could rat us out to Ahbaya’s father. But then Blue must have done something so stupid that even his lover, Yohan almost beat the shit out of him. He shifted into a bear and almost broke every single bone in his lover’s bod

Niarthen left the exhausted red-haired woman in the bushes of a front garden whilst Lyric led the way down the driveway to where the shadowy shape of a canvas-covered rowboat held the promise of freedom. “It’s the right size,” Lyric whispered to Niarthen as they inspected their find. It was the bare minimum type of boat, made of metal, and without an engine. Just a scoop of metal with two built-in bench seats and row paddles. They would have no problem stealing it and getting it down the bank, but once in the water, the simplicity and lightweight design would become a disadvantage as it would rely on them for steering, and with the heavy flow of the current, could capsize.

He'd been craving her sweet ass all week, and tonight he was going to have it. The black town car pulled into a private parking garage. When Nadia stepped out of the car, her mouth opened in shock. The lot was full of foreign and exotic vehicles. Her dream car set just right of the Elevator. A yellow Lamborghini with scissor doors. She closed her eyes and imagined her in the driver seat, flying down the road. Now that would be life. Everything that's happened so far, minus Jack, felt like a dream come true. Never in her life had she imagined Mr. Right as her Master.

There were no assistants besides Sam, no PR teams. On the second day, I took Aiden and Sam out on a vintage Riva Aquarama. The wooden boat was a masterpiece of 1960s engineering, and I pushed the throttle forward until the bow lifted and the salt spray turned into a fine mist against our faces. Aiden sat in the center, laughing, a sound so pure it could have powered the boat itself. Sam sat at the stern, her hair tied back in a messy bun, finally looking relaxed as her usual professional suit was replaced by a breezy linen cover-up.

MY BROTHER IS IN his heated garage working on the upholstery of his 1969, 350-horsepower, Lyman Sleeper that he picked up for ten grand last spring. It's made for speed and family fun. He and I took her out on a test run after he bought her and we ripped it up on the lake. It's been his ongoing project since the season ended and she's looking good. Tally is now written in bold black script on the side. Tally was our mom, and the boat couldn't have a more fitting name.

“It’s wonderful. But I don’t shoot underwater.” “I’m hoping you will someday or at least from my boat. I think you’d like snorkeling. With your eye for color, you’d love shooting underwater in the Bahamas.” Hailey smiled and crossed her arms. “You keep calling it a boat. Exactly how big is your little boat?” “It’s not all that small. It’s around seventy feet, with very comfortable cabins,” Jayden admitted shyly. “But it’s not huge.” Hailey let out a surprised laugh. “It is huge.”

“There is nothing wrong with it. Unfortunately, the owner fell on some difficult times and is looking to unload as soon as possible. There are no mechanical issues. The owner provided us with a certificate of inspection proving no major or minor mechanical issues. Our marine technicians completed an inspection and passed the Jade Mermaid with flying colors. How about we go onboard, and I’ll give you a full tour?” “S-sure.” She’s going to freak out in three…two…one…. “Anthony, are you sure about this?” Simone hissed as I led her and Nori up the gangway. “Relax, Simone.” “Relax? The boat is $4.7 million.”