Shanks First Mate Novels & Stories

“I can read it.” “Ooh story time from Chief!” Wyatt grinned. “The ship's first mate was Samson ‘The Vulture’ Berry, a man who was mighty scary. He ruled with an iron fist and fear. He brought many men to tears. He was horrid and mean and never nice, but if you want to cross you should think twice. He killed without a second thought, when he didn’t get his way he was always distraught. He thought his crimes would never catch up to him and that he would never have to pay for all of his sins. He killed the woman he loved out of jealousy and rage, leaving him trapped in a mental cage. He would never forget all the things that he’d done and forever he’ll hear that shot from his gun.”

She was his mate, and instead of loving her, he banished her when she killed the love of his life...

“Friends do that, right?” “It’s just a gift,” he said quickly. “No strings. Lila said you didn’t have one, so… yeah. You can consider it as a welcome to the pack thing.” Lila’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding. He’s actually shy. I didn’t think it was possible.” “Lila,” he groaned. She smirked. “Fine, fine. I’ll shut up. But this—” she pointed between us “ this is interesting.” Oh my goddess, I think I just saw Naomi!”

The man's reaction made her laugh a little. “Your world frightened me even more. I was not raised here and I don't know what lies ahead. All I know is that I am His Majesty's Mate. People say I am powerful than anyone but I don't see myself having that possession. Right now, I am preoccupied and I have anxieties to deal with,” she said.

The first thought that came into my mind was that he was crazy. Mate? What did he mean by mate. “What?” I breathed out and looked at him with my eyebrows creased. “What are you taking about? Mate?” I said and continued, “look I don’t know what you’re talking but please let me go,” I pleaded while he silently watched me.

“Is there a problem?” The scarred bartender practically bowed over the counter. “Alpha Hawke. No problem at all, sir.” Alpha Hawke. The name hit hard. Whispers spread quickly. The three wolves muttered frantic apologies and vanished into the crowd. I tried to pull away, legs unsteady. His arm tightened a little. “You are either very brave or very drunk,” he murmured, lips curving slightly. “Both,” I rasped. His chuckle was warm against my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. “Dangerous combination.”

He was also looking at her wife with the same astonishment but didn't think of uttering any other words except one. "How?" As they both seemed confused Suhani found her brain about to explode just by looking at the suspense her parents had just created. She didn't mind leaning on the table to grab the newspaper like a thief who just found a juicy cheque lying over. She followed their gaze and stopped at the portion to read the most awaited piece of information, which made her parents shocked. What she read made her freeze in the same position immediately. "General Manager of Banshali Corporation found dead." The headline was enough to send some nauseating vibration inside her body. The pictu

his voice a mixture of disappointment. “To be honest, I am confused” I murmured as I stared at him. “I never felt this close to any of my previous mates and their confessions were never this raw” He placed a hand on my shoulder and pulled me closer to him “When I met my first mate, we had just known each other for a month or so. And then he had marked me. You know the next day I got the news that he died” “There was no attack and no foul play. We thought that he died due to some inner complications”

But the majority were looking at each other with the expression of men calculating what Greenwood's instability cost them. I understood the mathematics perfectly. During the recess, Brennan found me alone near the corridor window. He stood beside me for a moment without speaking, and I let the silence exist because I knew he hadn't come to argue. "I lost my first mate," he said eventually. "Thirty years ago. Fever, not disappearance, so the situation was different." He looked out the window. "But I remember the way it clouded everything." "I appreciate your concern, Brennan." "I'm not sure it's concern exactly." He considered the word. "More like recognition." He looked at me directly. "You