The Pirate Book Novels & Stories

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

I had to twist my hands in the covers to keep myself in place. He wanted to steal me away and keep me to himself. What girl wouldn't want an amazingly attractive, obviously rich, and powerful King to sweep them away to his hidden fortress and ravish them? Especially a shifter one. There were shifter novels through the roof in all the stores. On my e-reader alone I had tons of them. They were a secret indulgence of mine and not necessarily for the cryptids part.

Albert sat across from him, sorting out the letters he had received from Brand's solicitors. His gaze intensified. Seventeen chest of gold, six of precious gems, nine of expensive fabrics. His eyebrows hitched, completely puzzled. Their fortunes were quite the lot, more than most noble men could ever have, Charles thought. He could not believe how much the pirates possessed. With a fortune as that, they could have chosen to go reside in the countryside, buy a small estate and live out their days working the lands. But he knew greed all too well and what it could cause. And pirates were famous for being a greedy bunch.

We need to learn anything we can that will help. ‘Okay, well, we better get reading then.’ I take a book from one end of the bookshelf while Pipsqueak starts at the other end. I unlock the steel clasp and carefully flick through. Each page has a symbol and a description of what each represents and does. Nothing helpful. I put it back and took the next book. I can’t read it though it appears to be in Latin. ‘Found anything yet?’ I ask. ‘No, this one seems to be about the history of witches from Salem. I’ll keep looking.’

But do not follow the pirates to the treasure at the mark of X, stay away from it, fight it if you must or you will fall with the rest into a bottomless ditch. X had to be a symbol for something or someone and I had to find out what it was. Finding a book with a title of X would be hard because the library was arranged by genres, not alphabetically with titles. I tried to think about any books I had come across with something special about the X in them and traced them back to their original spots, going through the books. After what was like an hour of useless browsing, I still hadn’t seen something about X. I tried searching for pirate books instead but it made no connection with what Sesa

“Why don’t we just give them what they want?” “That’s not your call to make.” I looked around at the men in the room and they quickly lowered their heads to avoid meeting my gaze. My eyes paused again at Pa’s and I added, “There’s no giving them what they want, and besides, I’m not fond of their ways of propositioning. They behave less humanly and more barbarously.” “I agree with him on this,” Pietro chimed in. “They’ve been bombing our warehouses, killing our people, kidnapping our men and women, and stealing our drugs and weapons.”

“I asked him to fly over the bay and spy upon the ships. He says there are five ships anchored, one he thinks is a pirate.” “Pirate,” I repeated, fascinated. “We shall see,” Rivyn was thoughtful. “A pirate would be perfect.” “A pirate perfect?” I turned in the saddle to look at him. He laughed at the expression on my face. “Yes, dear wife. They are more likely to take risks, will not have a set route they travel, and will be hungrier for coin. They’re not more or less trustworthy than a normal ship hire - any crew is just as likely to try to tip you into the ocean if they think you have something of value to them.”

Calvin looked up at me, blinking and yawning with his cute pretty eyes staring at me expectedly. He shuffled over and I squeezed myself next to him having to fold myself like a paper craft to fit on the miniature human bed. I opened the book and started reading and got to some parts where the pirate was searching for a treasure on an island. I glanced down, hoping he was asleep but I made an eye contact with his heterochromia eyes. He was widely awake. Why? Go to sleep! I stifled a roar and the urge to dump the book into the toilet crossed my mind. I tried to regain control over my emotions and continue to read to him.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

Working as a bricklayer I don't know how many times I risked injuring myself by falling from a scaffold, while I was dancing like a tightrope walker - at twenty - thirty meters high. So when a new opportunity was presented to me, it was like a pleasant breeze to me that blows across your face when you are sweaty and tired. From an early age I was fascinated by the poems, stories and tales of the people who spent their time at sea, such as "The Old Man and the Sea" by Ernest Hemingway, "The Little Mermaid" by Hans Christian Andersen, the novels by Charles Dickens for not to mention Jules Verne's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.