Port Haven Sirens Novels & Stories

"To keep the Iron King and his little Queen playing soldier in the mud for three hours." "Busy for what?" Lorenzo stepped closer. "What happened in those three hours?" Kruger smirked. "Check your manifest, Boss. The Iron Lady wasn't the only ship docking tonight." Lorenzo looked at Giovanni. "The Siren," Lorenzo said. "It docked at Port Newark an hour ago." "What is the Siren carrying?" I asked. "Industrial machinery," Giovanni said, tapping furiously. "Coming from... Colombia." "Colombia," Lorenzo repeated.

His posture was perfectly straight, his shoulders broad under his tech-vest. "The Atlantic gateway loop is officially locked at one hundred percent capacity, Ave!" Leo called out. His voice was clear, strong and vibrating with confidence. "Marcus says the first five inbound container ships have officially cleared the harbor automated scales without a security latency. The entire basin is completely in the green." Avery pulled back from the kiss a radiant smile breaking across her face. She looked at her brother, her hand sliding firmly into Silas's larger palm. "Lock the fleet manifests under the triple-layer Thorne keys Leo " Avery called back. Her voice was firm with the authority of an he

The stores were close for the day, fishermen had long gone to their various houses and the tourists, well, no tourist would be touring at this time of the day, so, they were all gone as well. The only sound that could be heard was that of a siren. By my calculation, the siren came about every hour. I believed whatever needed to be done wouldn't even take an hour and we'd be on our way. "Look," Theo said. I frowned. I hadn't been watching, so I didn't know when the cargo arrived. Near the edge of the dock, a group of men surrounded an open crate, their movement hurried. Two lookouts perched on a container, their heads swiveling like vultures.

"Aldenvine Port is one of the top three ports in the whole world. There are a lot of cargo ships docking at the port. "It won't be easy to search for her. Besides, there are many cargo ships from other countries docking at the port to unload the goods. "Even if we manage to obtain a search warrant, it'll take up a lot of time to search each and every cargo ship." Ethan ordered, "Search for her. Print out the list of incoming and departing cargo ships scheduled for the next seven days. "I don't care if they're going to dock at the port for one minute. Just record them for me."

“Then be careful.” Damian didn’t answer. He was already walking toward the door. The harbor was quiet at midnight. Cold wind moved across the water, carrying the faint smell of salt and rusted metal from the old shipping docks. Most of the port had shut down years ago, leaving only empty piers and abandoned warehouses stretching along the shoreline. Damian parked his car several blocks away and walked the remaining distance. Pier 17 appeared ahead through the fog. A narrow stretch of wood and steel extending into dark water.

“Oh my God, Vicky, you are so crazy! I miss you so much. Go show them what a real Boston girl can do.” “Miss you too, baby. Talk soon,” I said, blowin’ a kiss to the screen before endin’ the call. The second the line went dead, Freya slowed the car down, pullin’ through a heavily guarded security gate with a giant sign that read: Verilli Group Northern Port Terminal, Sector 4. The salty, sharp sea air instantly hit my nose the second I rolled the window down. The place was absolutely massive, my ears tingling as a chaotic ballet of giant steel shipping containers, roarin’ forklift engines, and enormous cargo ships stretched along the pier.

Floodlights snapped on, sweeping the water. "They're closing the sea gates!" the corporal yelled, pointing ahead. At the mouth of the harbor, two massive bronze gates were slowly swinging shut, designed to seal the bay. "We won't fit," the helmsman panicked. "The gap is closing too fast!" "Ramming speed," I ordered. "General?" "I said ramming speed!" I roared. "Divert shield power to the prow! Punch through!" The Sun’s Fury surged forward. The Dawn Treader and Gilded Hawk tucked in behind our wake.

My legs buckled when I was told that they'd fished the body of Christopher Quinton from the sea. My knees smashed into the gravel beneath my feet because I knew he'd have survived if he hadn't tried to save me. Three days later, I dealt with all the enemies and became the demoness of Porton's elite circle. Five years later, the pier business expanded considerably. However, I kept the scar on my arm as a memento to remind me of him. It had been five years since he died, exactly five years. I bought a bottle of herbicide in an attempt to take my own life. Then, I saw the supposedly dead Christopher proposing to my best friend, Zoe Shaw. I saw all my underlings congratulate them. I froze for

His face was grim, his eyes heavy with dark concern. ​"Boss," Marcus spoke, his voice tight. "We just established a secure line with Director Chen at the Singapore Port Authority. He’s holding the three Harrington vessels at anchor eight nautical miles off Sentosa Island, but his coast guard units are taking heavy legal pressure from the East Asian Maritime Alliance." ​Julian turned his head, his gray eyes flashing like steel blades. "On what grounds?"

“Not at all. Because I know I’ll easily find out who the hell the spy is.” “That’s good. You need to be on the safe side,” the male hummed. They advanced onto the bustling harbor. Some of the sailors gathered together in a kiosk, drinking and having sex as their means of relaxation. The sound of skin slapping together reverberated. The sailors equally gambled away. Draken, his male, and his sentinels walked further down the mouth of the harbor and stood, overlooking the vast turquoise-blue water. They saw the incoming ship and traded a terse look.