Regretevator Ships Novels & Stories

“Are you making a joke? Because you helped clear my debt which I am still going to pay back you think it is okay to just keep talking trash to me? I almost soiled my name and hard work because of you. How am I supposed to back you up when you didn’t just sabotage a project you still went as far as abandoning your team. Going on a yacht ride with the company’s money. Living recklessly like that is how things are done. If everyone squanders the money as you do will the company still stand?” “Shut the fuck up, man! I spent lavishly, ye that is the same company everyone wants a piece of. What do you have to say to that?” He scoffed, sucking his teeth loudly. “What I have to say is that you are d

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"The provisional administrative hold on the Vane cargo vessels in Rotterdam and Antwerp is dissolved. All automated departure clearances are restored. This chamber is closed." The Victory Realignment Elena tapped on her command unit. The crimson bars on her display turned green. The North Atlantic shipping network was working again. * The Clearance Release: Forty-two big cargo vessels got their green status flags. They were docked along the coastline. * The Cartel Eviction: All of Hendrick Vances tokens and shares were purged from the maritime registry. He was locked out of the trade loops * The Sovereign Perimeter: The secondary server array in Coral Gables synchronized with the victory. It

A single, isolated vector in the Celtic Sea—one of our primary transit corridors—turned a flat, warning crimson. "It's the Vane Vanguard," Kincaid said, leaning over my shoulder, his professional calm cracking as he read the telemetry. "One-hundred and eighty thousand tons of containerized cargo en route from Rotterdam to Halifax. She’s carrying Vane Global's largest early-quarter shipment of high-value industrial manufacturing components." The crimson line representing the ship's path was bending. The vessel was executing a hard, automated turn to the south, steering directly toward a restricted, French-controlled military transit corridor. This was a sharp, deliberate course deviation, ent

"She lost her mind, alright? She was pregnant out of wedlock and stayed with him without any official status. Now he thinks she can just be paid off? The first thing she did when she woke up in the ICU was to find a lawyer to sue Jules. Then one day, Jules was driving on the West Side Freeway, and she was in the passenger seat arguing with him, saying he was irresponsible, that he ruined her youth, that he had ruined her life..." "Then what?" "She grabbed the steering wheel." Lauren's voice suddenly turned serious, as if she were about to share some major news. "The car crashed straight into the guardrail. Sophie, the SUV was totaled. Jules spent two weeks in the ICU before waking up; the do

The morning after Inquisitor Vane’s ultimatum, the Blackwater River looked like a graveyard of iron. Three massive Southern warships sat anchored in the center of the flow, their steam vents huffing rhythmic clouds of grey smoke into the pristine mountain air. They were "teeth" of a different kind—not bone and sinew, but coal and steel. ​Rhea stood on the battlements, her fingers tracing the rough stone of the manor. Beside her, Elias was a statue of suppressed fury. The grey-gold veins on his neck pulsed in time with the thrumming of the ships' engines.

CHAPTER 3 SARAH'S POV “Oh, spare me that crap, Sarah! You actually thought I was doing all these for nothing? You must be a dreamer to even think that.” Keila said that to my face. She sounded really mean that I began to regret ever putting all my trust in her. Now, I was starting to look vulnerable. She knew basically everything about me! Just when I thought I had seen it all, something even more shocking happened. Luke shot a furious glare at me.

She would always know from guards stationed at strategic points that the place was her mark, but these ones were clever enough to hide their guards. Nikamura started to open doors to rooms in what was drastically becoming an abandoned inn, but not a single soul emerged, and she was beginning to feel frustration wipe through her. She recalled having read the coordinates accurately, but now they were empty. Up ahead of the hall was a twin door that seemed to be her last hope. Nikamura braced herself to attack, but as she kicked the door open, it was empty, save for a device beeping on the table. There was a note to the side, which she picked up.

“So now you regret it? Now you want to pretend we were wrong? Cameron, I never thought you could be swayed like this.” “I regret many things,” he replied. “But regret won’t save Ryker. Ember might. And for goodness’ sake, Marliee, at least try to get along with her.” Marliee stared at him as if he had spoken something absurd. Get along? She had passed that stage long ago. That name alone made her feel like she was swallowing thorns. “She will never forgive us,” Marliee said coldly. “And even if she saves Ryker, she will never belong to this family again.”

I'd taken the papers, and I'd taken a promise: I will make you regret this, Julian Thorne. Tonight was the first move. A hush fell over the crowd. The auctioneer, a man with a waxed mustache, tapped his gavel. "Lot number forty-seven. The final acquisition of the night is a controlling share in Thorne Industries' rival logistics chain—Vantage Freight. Bidding starts at fifty million." Julian's smirk vanished. He needed Vantage Freight. His entire expansion plan hinged on it. I saw his hand twitch. "Fifty-five," Julian called, his voice a low rumble.