The Pirate Book Novels & Stories

I said softly, my arms wrapped around Mathew as he dozed off in my arms while I was reading him a story, it started out as a story about this pirate, who roamed the world in a ship, he was hated by anyone of high ranks because of who he was, a thief, but one day, he was accused of stealing something which he hadn’t, his old best friend, a prince, who grew with him before each of them chose his path, put his life on the line, believing that his friend was innocent of the crime, the whole kingdom was against the idea of the prince trusting the pirate, even the pirate wanted to leave the prince behind and leave, claiming that his old friend was a fool. But as it turns out, even criminals had a

What it didn’t explain though was how he managed to clear the distance between the two ships in a single bound and carry steel melon hammers like batons. “Methinks I shall have ye fer breakfast, Salamander,” the pirate said. “I won’t be easy to digest” was all Temujin could think of as a retort. He hoped Sasha and Aki were having better luck above. × Things didn’t look good for Sasha and Aki. They counted a total of nine pirates in the boarding party, including the human wrecking ball that had made a hole in the deck. They were outnumbered three to one. “Wanna hear the good news?” Sasha asked.

Risks that only a reduced amount of sirens have lived in their flesh and have barely made it to escape from them. The main risk that laid beyond the surface of the ocean was the humans, who were the dominant species of the land. The humans were pretty different between each other, but probably the most important difference between them was the way they decided to live their lives: some people lived with honesty and humility, working hard to earn their daily sustenance and take care of their families of themselves. But then some people lived the opposite lifestyle, looking to abuse of those who lived by hard-working just to get an easy life. And the best example of these abusive people were t

The little mouse replied confidently, certain he could control himself and pinpoint the location of any treasure on the pirate ship. "Look over there, my friend—isn’t that a chest? And my gut tells me that chest contains some pretty decent treasure. But now it looks a bit empty—what should we do, my friend?" the little bird asked the little mouse, who had fallen silent. "Damn, who’s that..." Before the pirate king could finish speaking, the little mouse appeared before him. Then, with one hand, the little mouse grabbed the man by the throat while glaring coldly at him.

She bet her sister would be green in envy when she saw this gown. She was also excited to meet her great grandfather Oscar Ariola. The man was infamous for betting all their wealth in a card game with a pirate. She wondered how a very wealthy man ended up facing the pirate. Pirates are rakes who prey on the misfortunes of sailors and people in business on the high seas.

said Keith. "Pirates? what do you mean?" "The northern edge of the ocean is not a safe place. There are so many humans and strange creatures that live and roam around the ocean, including pirates who are said to have sold their souls to demons to gain strength and longevity." "Re... really? You know that much, don't you?"

The first time he had ever touched someone not out of instruction or obligation—purely because his instincts refused to let that hand vanish from his reach. They stayed until the last embers of dusk. Feliks read aloud from the book he’d brought—pirates, a mysterious island absent from every map. Isabella listened with her back against the branch, watching the night sky through gaps in the leaves that felt deliberately placed for the two of them alone. “We’re going to be pirates too,” she declared. Final. “Pirates are criminals.” “The characters in adventure books are criminals too. But their adventures are extraordinary.” Feliks ran out of arguments. “All right.”

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

I would certainly be warm, sleeping between two werewolves. “Okay,” I said, and slid onto the bed. I decided that Lucian had the right idea, and opened the e-book app on my phone. I had been reading a light hearted romance, but I didn’t want to give my libido any bright ideas so I switched to an adventure novel instead. “What are you reading?” Lucian asked. “Adventure,” I said, glad I’d decided against the romance, “It’s about a crew of pirates who travel the world in search of magical artifacts.”

Sandra proudly holds up a novel featuring a shirtless pirate hugging a woman while lightning strikes behind them. "I think I win." I raise the book in my hand. Mine features a billionaire standing on a mountain wearing a tuxedo while wolves howl around him. Sandra stares at it. "Why are there wolves?" "I don't know." "Why is he on a mountain?" "I also don't know." "Why is he wearing a tuxedo?" "I've stopped asking questions." She laughs so hard she has to lean against a bookshelf. "I cannot believe someone approved this." "The wolves approved it."