The Night Ship Novels & Stories

The boat banged hard against the waves and sprayed seawater into the boat as I dodged large fishing vessels heading out to sea and cargo freighters heading for the State Port at Wilmington. I wondered if Ashleigh could have done this in the dark, or if she’d waited for the sun to come up before daring to cross. Or had she avoided this entirely and gone north? Cruising on the water at night steering blindly from flashing buoy to flashing buoy with a full moon reflecting off the water is about as beautiful as it gets, but I wouldn’t want to do it in unfamiliar waters. There are just too many things floating around to chance it. But given that Ashleigh had taken quite a few chances already, she

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

A Night with Her Gray I woke up by the sun light coming through my window. I got up out of my bed to do my thing on the bathroom. Few minutes later, I'm done having a bath and got out. I wore my suit and trouser then combed my hair fixed myself and headed out to the kitchen. I take the sandwich as my breakfast today. I arrived at my office opening the room without Katrina to see in her table. I remembered I give her a day leave of absence to give her enough time to pack all her things so she can move in with me tonight. I begun with lots of work piling up for me to be done with. I started reading all the files signing agreement with other companies. Answering phone calls and scrolling to my

Chapter Fifty-two [The preparations for voyages experiences] All mariners, including all passengers and cargo truck owners, had a very restful night following the ship's unloading and closure. However, the engineers and crews had been working hard all night, and those working the night shift at the food counter had also had a restless night.

She’s got the satisfaction of knowing she just nuked Shannon’s domestic peace so she turns on her heel, her ass doing a victorious sway as she starts to walk away, leaving Shannon screaming at a dazed, grinning Francis. "Francis. Watch me as I go. Don't let her bitterness ruin your rhythm tonight. Make sure you remember the sway of my ass next time you’re wanking next to her, because that’s the closest you’re ever gonna get." Shannon looks like she’s about to have a literal stroke, her face turning a violent shade of purple. "You bitch!”

"Elara, if your friends aren't here..." "They’re here," she whispered, looking at a small, pulsing light on her own modified watch. "Drop the anchor. Kill the lights. We have to go completely cold." They sat in the pitch-black silence of the North Atlantic. The only sound was the water slapping against the hull and the heavy, terrified breathing of the four of them. Suddenly, a massive shape rose from the depths—not a submarine, but a gargantuan, rust-stained hull of a ship that seemed to materialize out of the fog. It had no lights, no flags. It was a ghost ship of the modern age.

The scene projected wasn't a memory; it was happening now. The black ships we had seen on the horizon had reached the shore. They weren't empty. They were packed with Shadows, not the ink-monsters from the woods, but people. Thousands of them. They were pale, translucent versions of everyone the Shop had ever 'audited' or deleted. The ships were docking at the base of the North-Point Lighthouse. "They aren't coming to fight," I realized, watching the wall. "They're coming to Checkout."

It is smaller than it was last week. That night I lie on my bunk and I close my eyes and I let the darkness be the eastern dock. The dock's stone edge. The particular grey of the water at four in the morning, before the light changes, the window of time between the night shift's last round and the morning shift's first position. The wall at the north edge, lower by two feet, not high enough to make the climb impossible for someone who is willing to be scraped up the stone by her own hands. The water on the other side. Cold. Deep. The supply ship on its Thursday rotation, anchored forty meters from the dock while the crew transfers cargo, crew that is not guards, crew that is not this island'

The instant her hand got in contact with the glass, a prickle of chill skirted down her spine. She raised her head to ask the Omega what sort of cup this was, but found the servant had already left. "It must be the ice." Shaking her head to get rid of the weird feeling, Naira searched for Aisha and saw her waving at her. She smiled and moved through the crowd, making her way towards her. She wished she hadn't. The second she emerged with the crowd, a blinding flare torched up the sky, and loud music boomed into the night. Bodies swayed, and couples clung onto each, moving to the beat as they let go of their restraint.

her downturn lip curved into a smile but Beatrix wasn't returning the smile, her eyes widened as she waited impatiently for miss Lorena's solution to be said. "You'll be taking the night shift" miss Lorena said and she heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't like the idea but she was glad she wasn't going to be fired. "Miss Lorena..." She paused as she swallowed hard. "I'm sorry for always showing up late for work, I'll fix that" she pleaded "Huh? You're declining my offer?" "Yes please" she tried to sound as polite as she could "Sadly, that wasn't an offer but an order and you are to resume night shift tomorrow. End of discussion" she reached out for her locker