The Night Ship Novels & Stories

Clayton only said a few words to the captain in Erethean, and the man handed something to Clayton. Clayton quickly put the thing into his pocket. He went back and took Nicole’s hand. “There’s a ball tonight. The ship will stop at 7:00 am tomorrow. Do you want to stay here for one night?” Nicole nodded. Clayton took her hand and kissed her lips gently. He smiled and said, “Then don’t leave my sight. There will be a lot of people tonight.” “What about Samuel Lindstrom?” “He’ll get off the ship with us tomorrow morning.”

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.

Despite the aroma from Maleficus which covers our scents I have a thick dark glasses on to cover my eyes. The ship is a private carrier for large packages to be transferred into different parts of the worlds. Based on the people that loads huge boxes into the opening of the ship, my thoughts became dark specially that the people who walks back and forth on its entrance are only men. I could not imagine the things that they might have done to Ashley right now! "Stat calm your majesty please we have the chance to save her now, as they might thought we could not track them until here." My eyes turn to the glass of fresh juice in my hand, it's too late to control my fingers when the glass shatt

“Shouldn’t you form your own opinions about your mates?” “Mates? As in more than one?” She went pale. Caspius didn’t realize he’d dropped that ball on her. If she wasn’t comfortable with the idea of one mate, she definitely wouldn’t be okay with having three of them. “You met the other two. We are a packaged deal, destined to share one mate.” She shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself. “N-no. No!” She was shaking. “No!” Suddenly, she seemed to gasp for air. Lily rolled into a ball on the other side of the bed.

She turned in her sleep and the robe she wore on top of the revealing nightie he saw last night flew open exposing her goodies to his hungry eyes. He willed himself to look away and not be tempted by the shape of her body and how well her breast pressed against the fabric of the nightie, he could see her perky nipples and was very tempted to touch them, how he was able to spend the night with such a gorgeous woman and not take her was beyond him but now that he was awake, he had to remind himself who she was and why it would be a bad idea to start anything with her. Lance finally got himself to look away from her and got off the bed, he meant to leave without waking her but she must be a lig

"Well. That was a mess." Damien winced. "Not over yet." Lena moved. In the distance, there was a flash of lights. Black SUVs waiting for them. Lena's heart tightened. There was no escape. Then Noah said, "There's one." They looked at him. He nodded past the docks. A cargo ship loomed in the distance, preparing to leave port. Its engines roared, its hull looming like a giant over the black. Lena understood in an instant. Damien frowned. "You want to stow away on that monstrosity?"

“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’.”

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

No legal registry numbers caught the light. "The Nereid," Aisha muttered, her voice dropping back into that low, dominant contralto as she expertly brought the zodiac alongside the towering steel wall. "Julian's primary deep-water transport. This ship doesn't exist on any corporate ledger. It hasn't docked in a civilian port in five years." A heavy cargo net was thrown over the side, hitting the rubber tube of the zodiac with a wet thud. "Up, Elara!" Aisha commanded, grabbing the back of my life vest with a terrifying, effortless strength and hoisting me toward the ropes. "The clock is down to forty-five hours, and the Atlantic transport leaves from Nova Scotia by sunrise. Move!"

She touched his hands. “Does forever exist? I don’t think of that Eve, I want to be with you now and I don’t care about what tomorrow would bring. That’s what I think of not forever because it doesn’t exist.” Eve looked away from him after his words and returned her gaze to the scanty stars. “We should go in, the night is getting cold.” He disengaged from her body and she felt the cold when he left her. “There’s gonna be shooting star tonight, I’m waiting for it.” Her hands went over to the railings and she held them.