The Night Ship Novels & Stories

Jake said, “not from them. Not after what happened when they came for Zinnia. They’ll demand her as payment. Their Alpha isn’t the neighborly sort.” “Some of the lone wolves have boats but they can’t head out until the tide is in, they’re all above the water line at the moment.” The sun was so low in the sky that its light seemed to draw a line between the daytime sky, which faded until it blended into the ocean and the dark of night that was trying to creep in. A different image filled Jake’s mind. A cargo ship as seen from the air.

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?"

I slowly walked towards the hospital while trying to fight off my sleepiness, I couldn't let sleepiness win especially since I was transferred to the night shift. I could already see the tall hospital building and the people in the waiting area, the ambulance at the entrance to the ER, and the families crying and taking care of the paperwork for the morgue. "Yhra, is it your shift?" the guard at the table joked at me as I approached for my time card. "Yes, it's my first day on the night shift. It's all of a sudden," I replied then he checked my bag and gestured for me to be okay.

“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’.”

"Always blind." We made a slow, patient circle. Across the black tongue of water, the two ships worried at each other like dogs with an inherited grudge. It wasn't a hammering broadside brawl; it was tight and cruel and cheap. The corsair wanted Nightjar's stern, board, and be done. Nightjar wanted to make the other man regret daytime. "Captain," I said, when a softer light winked near the cay's lee. "Boat on the water. No oars. Towed and cut."