Stucky Ship Novels & Stories

"Of course. I'm just not going to work at the office anymore. If you have any good projects for collaboration, feel free to reach out anytime. Let's make money together." He let out a relieved sigh. Then, he carefully completed my resignation approval. Just as I was about to take my things and leave, the office door creaked open. Gracie excitedly ran in, holding a massive stone carving shaped like a horse. "Matty, why did you leave the team outing so early? Everyone else spent ages in the souvenir shop! Here, I specifically had someone bring this back for you. I heard it can bless your career and bring smooth sailing."

The bed was equipped with mechanisms that could only be unlocked through external settings once triggered. I had been completely exhausted earlier, so I'd just crashed on a random bed in the storeroom without even noticing it was the latest model of pleasure bed. I would usually sleep on my stomach and move around in my sleep, so I must have accidentally triggered the mechanism while dozing off. And now this single bed had locked my hands in place. The bed split into two below my waist, lifting my lower abdomen and hips and leaving my buttocks raised high. It was as if I was positioned for…

She was gone. Didn't want him anymore. Vincent charged it, ripped it down, smashed it to the floor. He punched his own smiling face, over and over. Even when the glass sliced deep and blood dripped, he didn't stop. Like breaking it could undo everything. Only when it was unrecognizable did he finally quit. He staggered toward the living room—then froze. Next to the trash, something caught his eye. He knelt, picked up a few torn scraps. And then he saw it—two words that knocked the air out of him: [Marriage Certificate].

​The Respiration didn't land so much as it anchored itself into the sea, its massive, barnacled hull groaning as it settled against the basalt pedestal of the spire. It was a Frankenstein of a ship—sections of sleek Sterling "White-Steel" welded to rusted industrial scavenge and draped in a hardy, vacuum-resistant strain of Whisper-Moss that glowed with a sickly, pale violet light.

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

If anything, he longed to see her again, now for several reasons at once. Nicolas was already tired of Italians' bullshit. If they were to inform him of the incidences, his bad temper would sizzle down on the ban on Italians forever. Not to mention the deal would hang upside down, something that Donavan couldn't keep funding for a long time. She was alone, he knew, and he was not. And that was all that mattered. Even if she came with the best skills, she had no match with his army, and if god permitted Auclairs' too. Not long after a minute, they saw the fleet of black SUVs driving towards them. All at once the gang stood steady, eagerly hoping for the deal to properly close now that the oth

Even though my abilities have been helpful, that still makes me almost as scary as the people we're fighting. The docks are dark and eerie. The only sounds come from the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore and boats. The water is choppy, and I see several ships bobbing in the distance. It's too far to tell what they are, but it's clear there's only a very select few of them. With Nenee flying around him, Chuck leads us past the yacht that I hoped was his and to a small motorboat with no covering. Crouching in front of it, he looks up at us.

engineering, smooth, seamless, and utterly devoid of the rivets and rust that defined the rest of the world. "Nobody fire!" Leo croaked, shoving the door of the Coyote open. He fell onto the glass, his knees buckling, but he caught himself against the wheel-well. "Kael! Tell your men... safeties on! If we shoot at that thing, we're giving them the excuse they want!" The belly of the needle-ship opened. There were no stairs, no ramps. A circular platform simply detached from the hull and drifted downward, carrying a single figure.

Subsequently, Stormbringer directly flipped over the windowsill of the building and leaped down from the third floor! It was ten o’clock at night, a timing which counted as late night time. But for those who were on this gambling cruise ship on Lake Ty, the night was still young. The gambling cruise ship had been converted from a cruise ship. When night fell, the ship would be decorated with lanterns and colored banners. From the outside, the ship looked like a massive artwork floating on the lake. Only the powerful and influential from Strego City or dignitaries from the south were qualified to step onto the ship. The ship offered everything guests could think of. They got to have fun with

Again Godric almost separated from the contents of his stomach. Godric got out grumbling, while Louis, again, had the fun of his life. Godric made up his mind that if he got into a car again, he would do so without Louis. Many ships arrived at the port. Louis wondered about the size of the ships, but also about their style. He only knew simpler ships. “In the dark. These are magnificent sea cradles. They don't even look like the ships of the underworld. ”Godric looked at the wondering demon. "Ships of the underworld?" Godric wondered whether there were sea voyages there too, or seas and lakes at all. Godric looked at his ticket, then looked for the ship that went with it. This was found quic