Pirate Romance Novels & Stories

“It’s fine. The savagery of Coral Reef Killers is mostly an old wives’ tale, a scare tactic to keep people from getting too close to the edge of the barge. I’ve never heard of anyone actually being harmed by such a fish.” Not sure why he wanted me to keep my jewels on, I nodded and drew up my hood before tucking my hands into the inside pockets of the cloak. As the ferry master untied the rope from the lodge and pushed us away from the dock with the biggest pole I’d ever seen, the wooden planks under my feet shifted and moved. Everyone lurched with the sway of the watery movement. Farrow and I latched on to each other and made eye contact. Here we go, we seemed to tell each other.

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

She watched as the anxiety on his face vanish but there were still some embers of hope in his eyes. "I guess I'll just have to charm you then. I'll charm you into falling in love with me," Asher asserts, yet he was scared his words were dumb. He could be slick-tongued with the ladies when he wanted to, but he had no such luck with Joan. Still, he hoped his words carried over his emotions. This was all so confusing to Joan. She and Asher are in a contractual relationship which he initiated for selfish reasons. They are deceiving people through the camouflage of a fake romance. All that was enough for Joan to refuse his advances now that he wants an actual romance.

Feeling a bit tired from all the overthinking and hauling old books all morning. "I'm telling you, it will be Vivienne Skye Harper matched to Finn Yamada," Madi said, trying to cheer me up and patting my back, before standing up. "Come on, future Mrs Yamada, we have books to sell," she said, arms outstretched. I sighed loudly and let her pull me up.

--- The Second Ending: When Love Becomes a Curse The guide fell silent for a moment, then continued: In another account… After Salma’s tears, Qassam stood for a long time facing the sea, but the tears in his eyes turned to stone. He drew his old knife and lit a fire atop the highest rock on the island— a fire not for light, but for summoning. At sunset, the pirates returned, laughing… unaware that the island was no longer silent. He killed them one by one. He was not a knight, nor a hero, but a merciless lover. When it was over, he sat beside Salma, blood on his hands, emptiness in his chest.

In The Anderson’s Private Ship: Claire Anderson had just worn her favorite dress, it was a purple dress that had a bow at the top of it. It was too pretty and it made her hazel eyes look more pretty. She unwrapped her popsicle as she made her way to Warren’s side of the ship. Claire was only eight years old but she was very much in love with her betrothed husband. After her parents saw that Claire cared about Warren and loved him very much, they didn't waste time engaging the both of them. Warren was a handsome young boy, they feared other women will take him away from their only child when he grows older.

"I'll say it again. Leave. Don't let me see you again. I don't want to remarry you. Never in this lifetime." Clara's expression darkened with fury. "Sebastian, don't take my kindness for granted! Don't forget that this is Glenford. Bringing down a small company like yours would be a piece of cake for me!" At that moment, a clear and slightly lazy female voice cut in. "Oh? Ms. Black, that's quite a bold claim. Are you not only openly harassing my fiance but also trying to destroy his company?" Clara turned to look, and her expression faltered.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

The Monster Behind the Man Upon Your Return - Episode 52 “Where is your lover, Mademoiselle? Has he fled already? Was he unsatisfied with the pleasure you gave him? Or, so consumed with fear that we might sever his handsome pirate head from his body?” “He is no pirate,” she hissed through set teeth. “Perhaps your lover will tell you the truth someday, but it looks as if Capitaine Hill will not be the hero tonight.” His gaze swept over her body and his tongue rolled over his lips.

He did not reply the person that asked him them, but the other Pirate that asked him the question kept keeping him in frustration till he got provoked and tried to fight the pirate to stop asking him how he got a ring on his hand. Pirate life is sickling to me, according to my researches, there is no restrictions from getting married if you are a pirate but being married does not stop you from following your captain everywhere they go. What I notice is that most pirates do not fall in love with a woman, anyone of them that does fall in love and really want to marry, they choose the woman to be a pirate also. Pirates that I know which are married always marry pirate woman as well. And if the