Ship Shipmate Self Novels & Stories

But equally, I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop him selling my ship, even if I could stop him selling me. My ship was spare parts to him and nothing more and it never would be. After all, it wasn't a new model, wasn't good at anything in particular and wasn't his. Even to me, it was only mine still for sentimental reasons. I should have tried to trade it in for a better one a long time ago. Might have even stopped me being down on my luck so much. Or enslaved me to the system built around ship debt and the constant encouragement to trade up for something slightly faster, or that carried a bit more cargo, or that had a better shield, until you owed companies so many credits you were pay

I furrow my brows. If only I could follow the animal tracks as well as Keenan can, I could go hunting alone and bring animals home myself and my brother wouldn't need to come with me. Not that I don't enjoy his company, but I know he could do a lot of work back home. However, I am shit in tracking and also, there's no chance to me to travel all the way back home and carry a deer myself. So Keenan comes with me.

The merchant ship descended to a low altitude and immediately, a ship approached. A young man’s voice came from inside. “Hello, I am the navigator of this large trade zone. If you need anything, just ask me. I know this place very well.” Upon seeing the word ‘Central’ engraved on the other party’s ship, Marlee felt relieved. If they were another swindler like Willie, there would not be the word ‘Central’ on their ship. This was a means of transportation that only staff members recognized by the Central Sacred Continent officials could drive.

A smirk escaped from Ash. "Remember, you were the first to collide, and I just returned it in shame." I just shook my head. Shad blinked quickly, obviously because of what happened just now. Shad turned to me and smiled. "I'm sorry for that, I know you already know me but, let me introduce myself, I'm Shad Aenon Astrero, Shad for short. My work is chief's captain Seaman." "Tsk, the seaman must be a fool..." Ash hissed.

“So I could feel… the sting. So I’d remember… it mattered.” Mara’s eyes filled. “You’re here,” she said, a quiet victory. Halden exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for hours. “Good. Because we’re moving.” The ship’s voice turned amused. “To the subdeck? To Julian’s little secret?” Halden’s rifle rose toward the nearest speaker grille. “Stop narrating.” “I can’t,” the ship replied, almost gently. “It’s how I stay real.” That sentence—how I stay real—lodged under Dante’s ribs. Not pity, not empathy. A clinical observation: the ship needed witness. It needed reaction. It needed the feedback of human minds to sharpen itself, to keep its internal loop from drifting into static.

They reveled in the simplicity of brotherhood, a bond formed not just by blood but by countless shared experiences. In this serene ambiance, their conversation meandered to the topic of their ideal fated mates, those legendary companions destined to be by their sides. As they spoke, they painted vivid, almost dream-like portraits of these mythical partners. Shade, ever the embodiment of intensity and passion, spoke of his vision of a formidable warrior mate. He dreamt of someone whose spirit could match his fervor, whose strength could stand toe-to-toe with his, and whose intensity resonated with the storms he often felt within.

My tactic doesn’t work well, though, because the moment I walk in and see Damon, I’m greeted with a phrase that almost knocks me to the floor. “I think that Daphne might be my mate.” *** *Trisha* The whole world is rocking, and I realize I’m on a ship, but it looks different than the one I took to Green Mountain. I get up from my bed and open a door, and suddenly, I’m in a room with a bunch of men playing cards. I try to look at them closer, but they have no faces. One has dark, straight hair and the other two are blond. I open my mouth to speak to them, but they’re gone just as quickly as they showed up.

I replied. “I’ll keep it quiet. If she was Indie’s other mate, I want to keep her safe too. We were more than friends. She and I shared a person in our heart.” He whispered. “It’s called a ‘mate partner’. Your relationship was never as a couple, always as a trio. That connection can come across even if you weren’t marked. I know my Aria will feel it with Ford eventually. And I’ll feel it with whoever her male mate is. It’s a very special relationship.” I smiled.

What are you talking about, Niylah? I swallowed deeply as the gravity of what I said now hit me. "Liam, you're my second mate." He blinked in surprise. For one second, he looked as though he couldn't make sense of the words. "What… What do you mean, second mate? "I had two mates," I said, my heart racing with every word. "You're one of them, Liam. And it's only recently clicked. I wanted to tell you so much sooner, but with Ivory manipulating you and everything else that's been going on." My voice trailed off, but I held his gaze, willing him to see the sincerity in my eyes.

“Weak. Powerless. I didn’t ask to be his mate. I didn’t ask for any of this!” His expression softened. “You’re not nothing. If you were, he wouldn’t be afraid of you.” I blinked back tears. “Afraid of me?” “You carry something he can’t control,” Rowan said. “You’re his mate. That bond makes you dangerous in ways he can’t admit.” I covered my face. I didn’t want to cry, but the tears came anyway. Rowan sat beside me, silent. After a while, I took a shaky breath. “I’m Maya.”