The Pirate King Book Novels & Stories

The petite woman looked more like a child wrapped in his arms. He was Skeleton King, the leader of the band of pirates on Skeleton Island. Widely known around this part of the ocean, Skeleton King was once again pushed to infamy when he started working with Lucio Windsor, in secret, of course, to embarrass Lino. It wouldn’t be wrong to call him the pirate king. If it weren't for the circumstances, nobody would have chosen to live on a boring island. Skeleton King didn’t want to be the pirate king; all he desired was to return to the lavish and comfortable life in the city.

His voice was far louder than necessary, as though he were attempting to speak over noisy clutter despite the deafening silence in the room. "You need not look too far to find out what happened. A little birdy recently told me that our man, Baron, may have been dipping his hands into one too many pies. Pies that ended up putting him in a rather sticky spot, not even we could pull him out of." Pie? Really… out of all the options of words in the universe, the pie was the idiom he decided to go with? Food was the last thing the man wanted to hear about after not having anything to eat since breakfast. The scowl didn't go unnoticed by David's men.

Dear kind readers, I’m excited to share that The King’s Possession has finally reached its conclusion. I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to each of you for your patience, support, and love throughout this journey. I know the ending may feel a bit hanging, and some of you might still be longing for more of Isabel and Tristan’s story, but this is the way I always intended for their tale to end. Your enthusiasm and dedication have meant the world to me, and I’m incredibly grateful to have had such lovely readers who have stuck with this story until the very last page.

He’d gave up his status as the Mafia king when Metteo had turned twenty one as he was in no rush to leave education. He wanted to be a good business man first so he had the know how in the business world, he and Alora were both proud of his decision he’d calmed down a lot since his teenage days. He had finally got his head screwed on Gianni had taught him all there was to know about the Mafia world and what was expected of him when he finally took over the role of the Mafia king alongside his elder brother. He looked at Vallea, she seemed distracted. She’d changed since her disappearance to Italy could anyone else see it, but him? "So, what would you like to know princess?"

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.

The process we had to undertake to get through the border-left little doubt in my mind that they were acutely aware of the lands immediately surrounding their pack. That was why we were here after all. After three years of near isolation, the king had run out of patience and demanded an inspection of the pack or risk starting a war. The pack had to agree, there wasn't a pack that could rival the King's forces. He was King for a reason. To werewolves, power spoke and the king had no rival even though he was getting up there in years. Stories of his ruthlessness, in uniting the werewolves, were still told in every pack, even taught in pack schools. After holding on to his title for so lon

The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

Keir’s voice became more severe, his bright eyes "that shit will soon be found and killed." "Do you think... everything will work out with that?" I asked and a part of me - one that was silly, innocent and kind, one that I thought died in these many reincarnations -, wished that it was possible, that’s how things would work, but Keir snorted. "Dear... this is not a book, there will be no "happy ending". This empire is impregnated with political, social and economic problems. The lack of communication between the people and their monarchy is so absurd that, even possessing magic and so many forms of evolution, it is like being released from the dark ages" the redhead said, the eyes facing the

He was the perfect candidate. Her uncle chuckled, amused by her suggestion. "Most women fear him." He pointed. But they also wanted him. If he had shown interest in any of them, then they would think of themselves as lucky. "Well then, I think he is a good choice." The king voiced. "But love, that man used to be a pirate. I would not trust him with our Aria." The queen said pretending to care, again. "He is a trustworthy man and if Aria wants to marry him, then so be it." The king said with finality.

The man standing in front of me now was no longer the dying werewolf I once saved. He was the Wolf King who ruled over everything. And I was no longer a sheltered heiress, either. After my parents died in an accident, our family company was seized by a rival corporation. Now, I was nothing more than a pitiful hanger-on, living at someone else's mercy. The laughter, music, and dancing in the hall fell into dead silence at the king's anger.