Stucky Ship 소설 & 이야기

Is he telling me this so that they can hear or is he telling me this because he wants me to know? I just want to get out of here with my diamonds. The sweat runs down between my breasts. “It’s so fucking hot,” I whisper in annoyance. “I can’t handle this shit.” He raises his eyebrow sexily. “Who are you kidding? You invented hot.” I smirk and drop my head as my heart flutters in my chest. Stop it. Stop being so damn likable, asshole. Our turn finally comes, and Stace takes the reins and hands over both of our passports. “How many ships have you done in the last few days?” he asks as a distraction.

I tapped Ted beside me, signaling him to help. "The ship is like a mobile base of operations, a safe haven of sorts. It's under the radar, where remaining families can stay. It's mobile, so we can go anywhere we want. Most of the lower city folk prefer to stay there to avoid turf wars." The ship stood proud near the harbor. We had to take a speedboat back and forth three times to transport both us and the boxes. By the second trip, I lost my patience and yelled at the captain, "Take us to the damn harbor so we can load the boxes quickly! We're being followed, you idiots!"

The Atlantic Ocean. Off the Coast of West Africa. Day 3 of the Escape. The storm hit at midnight. The cargo ship The Rusty Bucket groaned as thirty-foot waves crashed against its hull. Inside the cargo hold, crates were sliding and smashing into the walls. Sebastian was unconscious. His fever was burning him from the inside out. He was thrashing, mumbling about "Julian" and "The Key." Harper had tied him to a heavy pipe with a rope so he wouldn't be thrown around by the ship's violent pitching.

Lights along its hull glowed softly, reflecting on the calm sea. The ship was far bigger than she'd imagined. "Is that the ship?" Alina asked quietly. Adrian followed her gaze. "Yes. That's the one that'll take you." The SUV stopped not far from the foot of the pier. The door opened. The night air hit Alina's face at once—cold, salty, mixed with the soft crash of waves against the dock pilings. Adrian got out first, then helped Alina out. The moment her feet touched the wooden planks of the pier, Alina could see the ship's form more clearly. Not an ordinary yacht. Three visible decks, large windows with drawn curtains, and a small flag fluttering gently on the main mast—an emblem she didn't

The madam watched from the door with a stick that had taught more manners than a priest. I looked away. Uncomfortable wasn’t big enough for what my skin felt like. It was a reminder of what my body meant here if the lie slipped; of the rule I broke by existing on a ship that barred women. I tightened my bandage under my shirt with a small shift of my elbow and kept walking. We’d almost cleared the yard when trouble came sideways out of a doorway, all cheap rum and old pride. Fingers snagged the front of my shirt; breath hot with a proposition I didn’t let him finish.

We were a pretty pompous lot that preferred to stick to our own kind. I burst out laughing as my thoughts were brought back to the present by Fynn, who was telling my son how to make sure he always carried a pair of boxers with him from now on. The wolves might be used to walking around naked, but the vampires weren’t and, since he was a prince of the vampires, he needed to make sure he stuck to our traditions as well. We joined the rest of our people for a wonderful meal after the young ones returned and I was once again reminded of how much I enjoyed just being with our people. That was one of the most important things and the first thing we wrote in my history book.

Oswin and Myra were the only ones that remained with us. Isa remarked, "You seem to have forgotten that Stella has the ability to restore everyone's power, energy, and strength." I was under the impression that she could, but I couldn't be certain it was true. "The ship's name is Fina. "Stella will have no trouble achieving that," said Chase, "but I won't be able to let Oswin and she travel by themselves." It's fraught with danger. They do not have the same level of expertise in military tactics as we do."

Like logs stacked in a row, once one was knocked over, the rest were inevitably fated to topple as well. Blocking our people from Tritus’ appraising gaze, Daax and I stood holding one another, watching the boat move slowly closer. The storm was getting closer, and even though these ships were designed to withstand hurricanes, the waves were churning with enough force to rock the Imperium vessels. On my left arm are two bangles made of starstone. One of them has started to glow. “Daax,” I whisper, showing him the bands. His eyes widen just before I hide my arm behind my back, hoping Tritus doesn’t notice.

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