Spring Tide Ki Stephens Novels & Stories

BIANCA'S POV "Why would a lovely damsel like you be heading to a hellhole like Dartmoor Island?" The captain's voice pulled me from my trance. I stood at the edge of the railing, watching the dark waves crash against the hull. The sharp wind struck my ankles. I shivered. "I simply have no other way to go," I whispered. "I don't have options." I tried to keep my voice steady, but the dread was overwhelming. Tears threatened to spill, hot and stinging against the cold sea spray.

Her eyes raced across the page. With every line she read, the smile on her face grew wider. She couldn’t believe it. When she reached the end, she let out a delighted laugh. “It’s true,” she whispered. Sophia rushed to her mother’s side. “What does it say? Tell me!” Vivian looked at her daughter with sparkling eyes. “The Blackwood family has formally asked for a bride from the Hayes family to fulfill the marriage agreement your late father made years ago.” Sophia clasped both hands over her mouth.

"Nah... Her job is too, tasking, she has already delayed her work so she can attend my wedding. I don't want to stress her much, besides she will leave immediately after the wedding." "I know and that's the more reason why she should come. She has been too busy, she needs to chill. Call her, I'll be on my way in an hour, when I am done." After a few minutes, she got a text with the address. The place was a newly opened spar in town. It was located at the heart of city A. It was a well-known establishment even though, it was newly opened. It is said that the spar was under, the Si Groups as they'd venture into a new business of dealing with female products and services.

'I am the Aiden Knight, a millionaire at 25, among the top ten most eligible bachelors of the year according to Forbes. I can get anything and anyone I want, Except one, that's my step sister. I cannot have the one thing I crave desperately' my stepsister. Our story started in Texas. I went on a business trip to look at one of my restaurants in texas. That's when I saw her, Aria William, my memorable one nightstand. And I didn't know that she is my step-sister.

"About tomorrow, I will be coming by 9am." "I will be waiting for you." She replied. "I love you so much." Randy said. "I love you too, sugar pie." She replied. They talked for a while before she cut the call. This was when he knew the impact of his step sister in his life, coupled with the saga with his step mother. They had made him forget to reach out to his girlfriend. . . . The next day after his step mom had left to work, he prepared quickly and picked his father's car key. He was about to step out and Vicky called from behind.

well, it was because I was dying. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Early this morning, I went out to surf, just like I always did. It was just a normal day, like any other day. The waves were good, the water was glassy. It was all just fine and dandy, until suddenly, out came this gigantic tidal wave. I tried to ride it out, but the changing currents and strong winds pushed me further and further away from the shore. I knew not to panic, I kept my cool. I paddled and dove back towards the shore, but the rip current was too strong. I would have tried to call for help, except there was no one around.

Chapter 7 The Confrontation Thunderous applause finally erupted. This time, it wasn’t the polite, scattered clapping from earlier— it was real, overwhelming, roaring like a rising tide. Three thousand people clapped at once, the sound crashing toward the stage like waves. Elena Shore stood under the spotlight, looking at the faces below—some excited, some moved—and felt her throat tighten. She lowered her head, took a slow breath, and forced back the sudden urge to cry.

"Fair warning, it's stronger than it tastes." I took a cautious sip. Sweet and complex, with flavors I couldn't identify. "Wow. That's... unique." "Kelp extract, sea salt, and about four different kinds of alcohol," she said with a grin. "Coastal pack specialty." "I can see why it's popular." "Just pace yourself. The ceremony tomorrow morning starts early, and you'll want to be coherent for the Dawn Tide Blessing." "What exactly happens during that?" Carson asked. "We wade into the surf at sunrise and offer gratitude to the Moon Goddess for her connection to the ocean's tides. Very spiritual, very beautiful. But also very wet."

Her hands rest firmly on her hips, shoulders squared. “No. It’s something else.” She is markedly curious but keeps her mouth shut until we reach the tidal bridge, and the village fades behind us. It’s low tide, and the bridge of boulders is now guarded by a field of sand, smaller rocks, and tidal pools full of shellfish and starfish. Normally, Fallon would be completely distracted by poking through the tide pools, but now, she’s firmly at my side, her hand resting in the crook of my elbow.

she declared, kissing the bottle before setting it on the kitchen island. I shook my head and returned my attention to my laptop. Even though I had come home late from work, I still had a few emails to respond to before calling it a night. “What did you order?” she asked, rummaging around for glass cups. I had to admit, her being here to cheer me up was a blessing. She’d always been my biggest supporter. I wouldn’t trade her for someone else “Seafood boil, just like you demanded in your text,” I reminded her, watching as her face lit up with delight. She popped open the bottle and poured us each a glass, handing one to me.