Ship Girl Novels & Stories

I could feel her staring at me, her gaze heavy with questions, but I didn't look up. I didn't acknowledge her presence beyond the slight shift in my posture to ensure we didn't touch. When we arrived at the dock, the Siren’s Rest dominated the horizon. It was a massive white beast of a ship. Shawn let out a low whistle as he stepped out of the second car. "Okay," Shawn said, grinning. "This is a floating billionaire ego if I've ever seen one." I ignored him, walking past Delia without a word, my pace brisk as I boarded the gangway. The captain bowed his head.

On second thought though, the wretched Edelfina did attempt to poison her, so she might have tried doing the same to King Caldwell, but the question is why? Shia wanted to talk to Langrion about it as soon as they were out of earshot. Seeing how grave his expression was, she knew he was greatly troubled after hearing those gossips. Soon, they were all able to board the ship. It’s the first time Shia would be riding one. Her family had never travelled aboard a ship all their lives. She heard that most people had sea sickness, and she hoped she wasn’t one of them. As soon as the ship took off from the coast, however, Shia’s head swirled. She wanted to lie down and throw up. Was she really sea

AS of right now, The Sea Cheta ship that Duchess Kolarova and her 4 confidant were sailing actually looked like a jet propelled ship that gliding through water, so fast that if anyone who saw it can only see a shiloutte of blurs splashing waters across the sea. “GENERAL!!..IT’S PIRATE SHIP!!..”. (Aida Oneal) As they were concentrate rowing their inhumanely fast ship, their path ahead were blocked, Aida Oneal was fast to see the ship flag, it was the famous black flack that were waving on top of the ship sail. Aida who doesn’t stop paddling shouted back to her general to warned her. “DON’T STOP!!…EVERYONE FULL SPEED!!..BRACE!!! BRACE!!!!…HHAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!….”. (Duchess Kolarova)

She punched the metal rail, mascara running down her cheeks. “He’s fucking her right now. In my room. On my fucking sheets.” The ocean below said nothing. But someone behind her did. “Well damn. Looks like someone’s having a worse night than me.” Kamara whirled around, startled. Her nipples poked even harder through the lace. Her thighs clenched. There she was. Nia. The ship’s new pilot. Six feet of dangerous beauty. Her navy uniform shirt half-unbuttoned. Leather gloves. Tattoos snaking over tan, muscled arms. Her black boots gleamed under the moonlight. Her eyes? Cold and sharp—but they warmed slightly as they traced the outline of Kamara’s body.

If we go inside the ship we will see the captain's cabin and an other huge cabin with enough tents for 30 people to sleep if they squeeze. There were tons of dried and frozen foods in barrels at the basement. And in the inside of the boat there were also many music instruments, violins, trumpets, clarinets and even a piano. In the past the owners of these instruments were a band and the ship was populated by more than twenty men! But currently none of the crew were talented enough to play them. That was until Bia was born. Since she was little she showed interest in them and with time she learned most of them herself! As the men in the ship loved good music they did not hesitate to inve

When she finally was able to get on the deck of the ship to see a different world, foreign people that are busy with their business, The free city. Ava was clueless she doesn't know where to go, that the merchant Layla had paid tossed her off the ship.. "Go away, be grateful I was able to provide you bread down the dunk!" He said... "But she paid you for my accommodation as well!" Ava said back, "Yes she did! But what is my gain? Do you think it's easy to sneak you in? Even A small weight could sink our ship" He said viciously as she pushed Ava away, Ava wondered how her small weight could sink a ship.

Having been an invisible presence at home for ten years, I watch Mom and Dad hand me the only life ring as the cruise ship sinks, while they vanish into the ocean depths. Christian Gunn, my distant brother, desperately pushes me toward the shore until his body is completely frozen stiff by the icy seawater. He flashes a smile of relief and says, "Mom, Dad, and I have always regretted bringing you back to the Gunn family. If we hadn't, Freya would still be by our side. If there's a next life, please don't bother our family ever again." I watch his complexion turn increasingly pale before he closes his eyes forever. I can hear a rescue boat roaring nearby, but I smile wryly and, without a

Lucien Arden took the throne. He crowned Rosalind Hartwell empress. And Evelyn Hartwell—the principal wife who had fought at his side all the way from embattled prince to emperor—was given only the rank of Imperial Consort. The day the decree came down, Silverleaf Palace was completely silent. Every servant kept their head lowered and hardly dared to breathe, afraid that Evelyn would weep, or throw things, or come apart the way any consort does when the emperor's favor leaves her. Evelyn simply accepted the decree, calmly. “I thank His Majesty for his generosity.” There was no movement in her voice and nothing in her face. Even her beautiful eyes held not the slightest trace of grief.

There may be some passengers who are not authorized to travel. They took an hour to get ready, went to the coffee maker counter for a few hot coffees, and ate some fresh fruit before an early meal. Because none of the personnel are wearing uniforms, they are all incredibly busy and barely ever noticed. Daniele remembers the younger Filipino marine engineers who were trainees and helped around the house. Groups of black, younger boys can be seen hurrying towards the interior of the ship where a hundred neatly arranged grain sack piles are located. They are dressed in simple shirts, shorts, and cheap rubber shoes while the other attendees of the social gatherings are gluing themselves to the p

Verity said and both of us backed away from the pirates that closed in on us on the open deck. A female pirate trudged closer to us on the deck. She had a rugged look with braided hair and wore a tricorn cap. Her eyes glinted as she licked her front teeth, sniffing at me and Verity. She smirked, chewing on a chewing gum. “Read it wrong, darling?” she lifted my chin, leaning in. “This ain’t ship 333. This is ship 33.3. People always miss that dot, lose their shot at life." She sang those words. “Haha. Girls like you do that more often.” She laughed and the men with her broke into malicious laughter.