Uncharted Waters Book Novels & Stories

he shakes his head, grabbing a few documents from the side and reading through them, paying no attention to me anymore. I stay quiet and the trip takes 20 minutes when we appear in the docks, one I’ve never seen before, and I can guess why I’ve never been here before, my sandals hit the gravel pathway as Leonardo walks ahead of me and I follow behind patiently, the docks are lined with the largest and expensive yachts I’ve ever seen in my life, I walk forward catching up with Leonardo, what are we doing here? I thought we were going to sign the documents. “And you assumed it would be in some office? He stops brows raised

Red. Just the color red, deep blood red burning hot. Lilly's sight was like someone covered her eyes with a red piece of paper. A chill ran down Lilly's spine as she felt her body move of its own accord. Moving up from the bench by the lake and pulling her forward. Her legs moved to bring her closer to where she imagined the lake would be. Mates? What are they, werewolves in some messed-up fairytale? War since 1917? They're in the twenty-first century! This is a dream she's still asleep in her room asleep with that loveable loser on the floor.

The sharp crash of glass against marble shattered the silence. Deep red wine splattered across the pristine floor, seeping into the cracks like spilled blood. Sarah Winters stood frozen at the doorway, the taste of bile rising in her throat. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. James, the man she had spent six years loving, was in bed with her best friend. Chloe. Together. The scene was like something out of a twisted nightmare, one she couldn't wake up from. The silk sheets tangled around their bodies, Chloe’s hair spilling across the pillows, James’s bare torso exposed as he turned toward her, an unreadable expression o

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

It was only five short, trembling, pain-fuelled steps, but it felt like I had run a marathon and I was light-headed. I clung to the frame of the bed, steadying myself and catching my breath for a moment before pulling myself upright and reaching for the shelf for stability. My eyes scanned the spines. A bible, obviously, made sense and I had predicted as much. The English Pilot, Fourth Book, Treatise of the Sphere and of the Art of Navigation, A Mariner’s Guide to the Coasts of the Spanish Main, De Iure Praedae, and something that looked totally out of place, Clarissa’s Folly: Or, The Wager of Hearts. There were also a number of books that were blank on the spines, which was interesting.

I remember the future. The sea of lifeless bodies. We need to do something to prevent the pack from collapsing. Alpha Shawn tensed, his fingers stopped playing with my hair and I heard him hold his breath. A lump threatened to grasp my throat, and before it could, I quickly swallowed it and propped myself up to look at Alpha Shawn. “They made me see what the consequences will be if we don’t prepare, Alpha.” Swallowing, I fought the urge to cry. “The ground. . . was full of bodies. And they were lying in their own pool of blood.” My voice trembled and cracked, remembering what I had seen in my dreams. I couldn’t bear to see it happening in real life.

They would carve their own destiny amid the dangers that awaited beneath the glowing sea. As the ship rocked violently beneath a roiling sky, the air shimmered with a sudden and electrifying energy. Crew members scrambled for safety below deck, their shouts drowned out by the crackling noise that split the night. At the helm, Amelia stood her ground, heart pounding as the air before her pulsed with a dark light—the rift had opened above, and within it, she sensed the call of her destiny.

Chaos’s P.O.V I woke up to the pressing pressure on my bladder. I woke up in a haste to relief myself only to be stopped by an arm wrapped tightly around my waist. With extreme carefulness, I managed to free myself and replace my body with my pillow to prevent my mate from waking up and accompanying me to the washroom. The walk to the washroom was not an easy feat because my legs felt like jelly and I feel like my insides have been torn into shreds.

In the gripping pages of Chapter Twenty-Six, Rita's journey took an unexpected twist as she found herself navigating stormy seas. It was a chapter filled with challenges, setbacks, and moments of doubt that tested the very core of her being. Yet, in the face of adversity, Rita summoned her inner strength, resilience, and unwavering faith to weather the tempestuous waters. The stormy seas symbolized the external forces and internal conflicts that threatened to pull Rita away from her path.