Ship Shipmate Self Novels & Stories

Wilson showed me the controls and explained what they did while I pretended to pay attention to what he was saying. The stinger came when he told me about his boyfriend and how they had been dating for a while. I thanked him for the tour of the quarter deck and left. "Wow. Where did you come from?" I turned around to see a cute black guy watching me. His brown eyes and the smile on his lips sent tingles through my body. He introduced himself as Shaun, the first mate of our yacht. Although I had seen him around before, we had never had a proper conversation.

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.

Jason opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, Mia’s voice cut through gently but firm. “There’s a ship,” she said, looking between the Elders and Jason. “Fourteen day cruise. It departs from Adelaide, loops through New Zealand, then the top of Australia, and ends in Bali before returning. You’d be off pack lands, out of reach of duty, and… maybe closer to fate.” Nathan crossed his arms, glancing at Jason. "Wouldn’t kill us to relax. Just once." Jason sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll think about it.”

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.

The ship was no longer a machine; it was a gargantuan, sleeping animal. ​“Mama, the ship is dreaming,” Liam said softly, his voice sounding hollow from exhaustion. He was pale, his gold light dim but steady, his eyes wide as he looked at a cluster of flowers that had sprouted from a secondary cooling vent. The blooms looked like spun glass, but they smelled like jasmine, crushed pine, and the specific scent of rain on hot pavement. “It doesn't want to be a weapon anymore. It wants to be a cradle.”

It was the same as Caine's, with MINE inscribed below the sore bite mark. Holy guacamole! ["Are you seeing this Amanda?" "Gee! How am I supposed to see it when I'm stuck in your head?" "Whatever! Can you believe it? I'm officially a mated female, well except for the consummation part! But who cares? Sex or not, I. Am. Carrying. A. Mate. Mark. Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" "Yasssss!"] After doing a little happy dance, I stripped and got into the shower.

A ship. Not the supply ship. Not the configuration I've been watching every Monday morning for seven months. A merchant vessel. The specific profile I've been waiting for. At the edge of the horizon in the morning light. Too far to be at the dock yet, but the right direction and the right outline. The schedule I confirmed in the language lesson months ago. The schedule that put it here in this window within a three-day margin. It's here. I look at his face. He's reading the supply roster I brought him.

Her words left me speechless, wondering what other secrets she might hold. “This is really shocking!” I exclaimed. Grace shrugged, her eyes sparkling with a knowing glint. "With great power comes great responsibilities." I tilted my head, curiosity getting the better of me. "Why are you telling me all this now?" Grace's gaze intensified, her voice taking on a serious tone. "I can see your fate intertwined with Lord Cedric's. I've concluded that you're mates." My cheeks flushed at her words, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. The realization brought both excitement and trepidation.

“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.”