Odysseus Boat Novels & Stories

Odessa knocked the pistol off his hand and kicked him. The force wasn't enough to get him off the boat, but it was enough to get him down. The men on the wooden bridge were in motion, all drawing bows and arrows. “Fuck! Take the wheel!” I ordered. Odessa was behind the wheel in no second, pulling with all the strength she'd built from carrying those gravy books. I corked the pistol, firing at a few of them before they released their arrows. The arrows rained down on our boat with fire, hitting the boards while some fell into the water. I kept shooting until nothing was left.

"Oh good, our ride has arrived." A large white boat looms overhead as it pulls up next to us. "STOP WHERE YOU ARE, JUDE DAVIS!" I try to move, try to stand, but just as I do, the wake of the larger boat tips this boat sideways. And I roll out of the boat.

And again, I still question whether this guy really is a demigod. I stood up from where I was sitting and slipped from the water on the floor. My hands reached out and pulled one of the cloths covering one of the vehicles. I was proud to say that I immediately composed myself when something got my attention. When I pulled the cloth, it revealed a part of the boat that caught my attention. I raised the covers more to investigate. It was a boat alright. No. A white submarine in the shape of a large swordfish. The tail part of it was facing me that it was easier for me to catch that the turbine was recently oiled and cleaned of rust. What’s more is that it wasn’t covered in dust. But just to be

When she sees me, she pulls me into a tight hug. “Thank you for letting me come,” she says quietly. “You’re part of this,” I reply. “Just as much as any of us.” The five of us board: me, Declan, Harvey, Maeve, and Zion. The boat leaves the port quietly. The lights are kept to a minimum. The engine hums low. The sea is rough but manageable. The cold northern wind hits our faces.

The muddy lakeshore offered no shelter. Rain hammered Pera’s naked skin as she stood beside Marcus, Lena sheltered between them. The lifeboat rocked abandoned behind them. In the distance, Darius’s cargo ship listed and sank slowly into the black water. Marcus’s shoulder bled from the sniper graze, but his rifle remained steady. Pera gripped her pistol with both hands, heart pounding, Marcus’s thick cum still slowly leaking down her inner thighs from their desperate fuck on the sinking ship.

"It is your choice. I mean that. It has always been a choice for you.” Hope looked at Vivienne and then at her father, and the working thing in her face was real, and I felt the particular pain of watching my child be authentically torn because that tearing was authentic and it meant she was a person who took things seriously, which wasn’t a defect. The boat popped up at the north end of the island. It rounded the headland fast, military pattern, Bratva colours on the hull; and there was a change in engine sound as it pierced into the bay and already mens' hands were raised on deck before it had even come all the way alongside.

My feet froze in place, even though I was just one leap away from the boat. “It’s okay. Come on.” The gray lycan wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pushed my waist to stand up. I then jumped onto the boat and felt the waves sway beneath me. After that, he untied the mooring rope and jumped onto the boat, causing it to rock violently. I slumped in a corner while he started the engine. Once the engine roared, he shifted the lever, and the small boat I was on sped away from the dock. “Alexa!” Alpha Alastair howled from the deck.

he told her. "Do what?" "Mark you with my sent" "Hmmmn?" She wasn't understanding. "Forget it" he didn't try to explain further, he let go of her. He tied up the boat and slowly let it down, till it touched the water's surface. They exited the ship, each with a bag behind their back. Rem held his bow and arrow case firmly in his hand. Once they were on the boat, he took a position at the rear of the boat, taking the tiller in his experienced grasp.

Over the last week and a half, we had gathered quite a few treasures, all items Bash hoped to share with his Papa when we made it back home. It takes us a moment to get adjusted and find spaces for everyone and everything on the boat, but then we are speeding along on the water and heading away from shore. Bash has never been in a boat before, so he doesn't know what to expect. When the motor starts and we are propelled along the water’s surface, he reaches around me and grabs my waist, holding tightly to my shirt.

Clearing my thoughts, I focused on the book again but stopped reading aloud. When the boat reached the split that Achilles mentioned, I wasn’t sure how to ensure the boat kept to the right. I didn’t have an oar to help steer me. I also wasn’t going to chance touching the water since I didn’t know what dangers lurked beneath the water.