Pirate Romance Novels & Stories

His grip closed around my wrist—not enough to bruise, but enough to remind me how easily he could. “So, you can curse too?” “Who are you? Why are you touching me—speaking to me like this?” “I am Cyril Myers. Your husband’s cousin.” The name landed with quiet cruelty. I blinked, tried to process, words tumbling out thin and shaky. “Then why are you acting like this? I’m your soon-to-be sister-in-law.” His mouth curved in a smirk. His gaze dragged over me, unhurried, invasive. “Why waste your life on an impotent, ugly man? You’re hardly appealing yourself—but how about one night with me? I can give you anything.”

Chris asked. "I think Pierre regrets it. Back then, he and Shelly had everything, so they were content with love alone. But once they got together, he realized life isn't just about love; it's more about the material things. That’s why Pierre doesn't want to be with Shelly anymore and is deliberately trying to get close to Luna. In his drunken state, he complains to Luna to make her feel sorry for him and to let her know there are cracks in his relationship with Shelly… “Isn't that how the movies and dramas play it out? Rich girls elope with men for love, but when they actually live with the men, they realize they can't live in poverty. So, they abandon the men and return to their families.

I glared, muttering through clenched teeth. “I know. That is why I don’t want you to apologize now. You were strapped to a bastard of a mate like me, and I was blessed with a beautiful, head-turning mate like you. If I were to get worked up every time a man fancies you, I would die at a young age from a heart condition or have a nervous breakdown.” “Seriously?” I sputtered in my laughter, unable to maintain my previous glare. “You exaggerate.” “I wish I was,” he mutters, then sighs, stroking my face with his thumbs, making sparks dance on my skin. “Do you hold any attraction for the pirate?”

Men who knew our route had changed without a herald. “They were hired,” I said. “Their hands were ink-stained. They smelled of cedar oil, not brine. They called her Majesty while they killed her.” He kissed my hair like I was made of spun sugar. “They will pay,” he said, and then he stopped hearing me. He blamed pirates because the sea cannot bow and beg forgiveness. It can not blush. It does not move into your home and hang the tapestry of its house over your hearth. Seraphine’s hands never smelt of salt.

The bond was snapped, the pain almost killed me, and now my wolf was telling me I had a second mate? I stared hard at the man holding me. He had dark silver hair, bright golden eyes, and a tall, powerful frame that made him look twice as muscular as Blake. His face was sharp and handsome, with an intense, natural authority that made me instinctively want to step back. His clothes were dark and neatly tailored, a little plain in style, but you could tell from the rich fabric that they cost more than anything I had ever touched in my life. He was clearly a high-ranking noble. Probably one of the big leaders attending the pack banquet today. Julian, we actually got a second chance! Riven howled

Tight black trousers were tucked into black boots, emphasising the long length of his legs, a black sash was about his waist, and a long black leather tunic was worn over the white billowy shirt that was de rigueur for any respectable pirate. Except pirates weren’t respectable by definition, were they? This one certainly didn’t look as if he was. Dark, dark eyes glittered through the slits in the mask as his gaze roamed boldly over Helena, from her toes to her powdered hair, and then back to her face behind the gold mask. ‘Champagne…?’ he prompted again huskily, and he held out one of the two glasses he held in his hands.

“Confident too. I’m certain I have the best chance of winning the date with Nicholas. Ah, a romantic boat cruise. It will be so romantic. I can’t wait!” “Right,” I said. I had to grit my teeth a little, trying to maintain my smile. “Do you think the cruise will be during the day? Or at night? Which would be more romantic?” She hummed as she sipped at her wine. Veronica inched closer on her other side, eyes locked on the notecard of instructions. “Nighttime, of course.” Bridget flashed me a grin. “There’s something about the night air that makes people feel… liberated. Wouldn’t you agree, Piper?”

But she cared for Pierre. "Pierre, please, I'm not trying to save him!! I'm saving you! Your pardon states that you can't kill or it will be charged as piracy! I can't lose you and neither can Chloe!" "Pierre, please listen to her! I can't marry a dead guy! I love you, Pierre, do this for me!" Pierre let go but held him up against the wall. Pierre just held him there and Enzo was terrified. He had never seen a pirate's full anger. He heard stories about it, he was just glad they were on land and not out at sea.

Everything had been shattered because of his obsession, but she had come through it all. "I will be happier," she whispered to herself. She was a beautiful sea that lured his thirst, and he was a wandering pirate who had found his treasure in her. THE END OF ' S0' Author note: leave reviews I am going to pinned them in I*******m highlights. Playlist is coming soon. I*******m: Darkoceanfics

Leading the dance steps now, the pirate synchronized the movements so that our bodies moved together in harmony, back and forth, side to side, rubbing against each other provocatively and temptingly. Shyly, I lifted my arms and ran my hands behind his neck, under the curls of the dark hair, to rest on flesh that burned as much as my cheeks. He was tall, but not as much as Matt, or maybe it was my heels that made the pirate look shorter. Normally, I wore flip-flops or flat sandals. The leather of his vest against my arms was firm and rough, a very sensual friction. Your