Pirate Captain Charles Vane Novels & Stories

it was Charles. ‎“This is bigger than revenge. Bigger than the company. Bigger than even you.”My stomach knotted when I sited Charles. "Charles you scoundrel, you animal. I'll make sure you pay for what you did to me . Mark my word you hear me." ‎“ and you Vanessa I'll make sure your world collapse the way you collapsed mine.” now bring my son to me , you evil bastards. ‎She made a sign and Charles went away , when he showed up, he was holding my son forcefully.

His right arm, encased in heavy white surgical plaster, throbbed with a burning, rhythmic agony inside its silk sling. Yes, Mr. Vance! The Vance Monarch, the Vance Sovereign, and the Vance Titan have all completely bypassed the southern straits, Harris, the chief logistics director, yelled back as he slammed his hands onto his keyboard. We went completely dark on the main maritime grid. We are entirely outside of Damian Thorne's primary shipping territory!

Albert sat across from him, sorting out the letters he had received from Brand's solicitors. His gaze intensified. Seventeen chest of gold, six of precious gems, nine of expensive fabrics. His eyebrows hitched, completely puzzled. Their fortunes were quite the lot, more than most noble men could ever have, Charles thought. He could not believe how much the pirates possessed. With a fortune as that, they could have chosen to go reside in the countryside, buy a small estate and live out their days working the lands. But he knew greed all too well and what it could cause. And pirates were famous for being a greedy bunch.

He didn’t look at her. Kaelan arrived last, a contained storm in a navy blazer. He went straight to his mother, kissing her cheek, then clapped a hand on Liam’s stiff shoulder. “Brother. You’re looking thin. The sea air is not agreeing with you?” Their father, Charles Vanderbilt, a man carved from old money and older disappointments, presided from the head of the table. The conversation was a minefield of stock portfolios and sailing regattas. Elara focused on the stem of her water glass.

What remained of his arm was heavily bandaged, and he still had visible bruising on his face. Gabe watched him as he was led to the center of the square. When he was standing just a few feet from us, Gabe opened his mouth. He took a shaky breath before speaking. "Charles Keane, you are hereby banished from the pack for treason and murder." I wasn't surprised that Gabe got straight to the point. This was hard for everyone, and we all just wanted it to be over. "Murder," Charles spat mockingly. "I didn't kill anyone that didn't deserve it!"

Then, he'd steer the ship straight toward the open sea. After repeated incidents, the company had no choice but to assign him to menial tasks. The once-proud captain had been reduced to a deckhand, covered in grime from head to toe. Elijah scrubbed the deck every day. It was as if the harder he worked, the more memories he could erase. But each night, when the ship fell quiet, he would take the crumpled ultrasound from his pocket and sob, calling my name. His grief became too much. So, I drifted to the surface of the sea and played with the fish.

“That’s impossible.” I wish he was right. Unfortunately, the evidence is sitting in my hand. The Veil. Hunters. Kidnappers. Collectors of supernatural power. According to history, they don’t conquer territories, they don’t start wars, they steal individuals. Rare individuals, powerful individuals,dangerous individuals. Individuals exactly like Naya. My stomach twists. Suddenly, the Oracle’s warning returns to me. “You have just taken a baby step. The world will need you to finish the rest.”

She nudges George, “Problem with my van?” He looks down at her, then back at the van, then back at her. He shakes his head, “Nope, just not what I expected.” He looks back at the van, tilting his head thoughtfully, “It still run?” “Of course, I’ve kept it clean and running. Wasn’t going to let it just sit and rust.” Celine turns to see her cousin, Phillipe, who has joined them. He holds out a hand to George, who shakes it, “Phillipe, her second oldest cousin, I painted the van with my brother for her eighteenth. She didn’t get much use out of it before leaving us for England, but I would never have let it go to waste.” She grins,

this woman has ruined every fantasy in my life about Charles. Vanessa sensed my face, stepped forward, and rubbed my arm. "Oh! My darling, don't be sad... ... I know how hard Charles' marriage hit you . But we are also very helpless ...... I mean, he has ambitions, and he wants to lead our pack into a brighter future. Besides, you know... ... It's just a contract marriage." Vanessa looked at me apologetically. "I know..." I whispered, seeing my "sadness" reflected in Vanessa's blue eyes.