Romance Pirates Novels & Stories

Francesca stated beaming at Joan. She knew her niece hadn't had a serious romantic affair since Dylan Reed. "Y...you are asking me to marry?" Joan stuttered, she couldn't comprehend her aunt's words. "Yes I am, a marriage of convenience."

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

she sighs heavily her tone filled with urgency. I sigh happily turning to Bella whose smile has dropped, sadness taking over her features, she simply turns back to her food, her head downcast. “Well?” I raise a brow at Francesca, “Who is attacking us?” I lift an intimidating brow in her direction “It’s… it’s Pirates Rafaelle” she says biting the side of her lip, her eyes filled with worry, “They are boarding the ship Rafaelle, what do we do? How do we get out of this?” She says, her voice rising with urgency.

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?”

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

She is a handful, but we love her," I added. As the midnight riverboat cruise glided along the Mississippi River, the twinkling lights of New Orleans sparkled like diamonds in the night sky. Millionaire entrepreneur Kieran Delacroix and club owner Raven, sat on the deck, sipping red wine and getting hopelessly lost in each other's eyes. "So, I'm assuming you've already checked me out by now?" I say with a knowing look. "Yes Ma'am," he replies. "So you're a witch also, huh?"

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!