When My Ship Comes In Clint Black の小説・ストーリー

Having rolled over the side, it fell into the water with a splash, slowly sinking into the sea abode. The man took a deep breath, enjoying the tranquility of the night and leaned on the oars. When he departed, he left behind a clean house, a washed knife, which he returned to the drawer of the kitchen table and watered the flower, but after a week it finally withered, leaving behind yellowed leaves and fallen petals on the windowsill. A week earlier, a ship with cargo was wrecked in a storm at the Black Cliff. The wandering sailor never found out about his son's admission.

All at once, the air in the room grew heavy with tension. After a brief silence, Elijah said, "That's impossible. She has to be on one of the lifeboats. Look again, or contact any nearby vessels. Maybe she was rescued by passing fishermen." "Captain, I've already checked several times. There isn't a single person named Gwendolyn Clark on any of the lifeboats. Besides, there are sharks in these waters. No fisherman would risk coming this far out," Oscar replied.

"I didn't do it to save your kingdom, Ethan. I did it because I’m tired of being the reason people bleed." The door at the end of the hall burst open. A guard ran in, his face pale. "Your Majesty! The Southern Fleet! They isn't stopping!" "What?" Ethan surged to his feet, nearly yanking me off the floor. "They’ve bypassed the harbor! They’re heading for the Black Cliffs! They have the fire-ships!" Ethan looked at me. His eyes were wide with a new kind of terror. "The note," Ethan whispered. "Noah... did you really give him a note?"

Happy Holidays Everyone. Stay Safe and Enjoy. Klaira The following chapters are a short novella entitled A Black River Pack Yule. It occurs after His Brother's Mate and before Hell Hounds. Because of rules changing it's impossible to find this novella on the GoodNovel app. So I am adding it here for your enjoyment.

Every single explosion that shook the island seemed to echo that truth louder in my mind, and I tightened my hold on her because the possibility of losing my sister had always been the one terror I never knew how to conquer. “One of our men reached the eastern shore,” Elliott reported from across the room, drawing my attention away from Russiana. His face, usually painted with easy humor, had hardened into something grim and sharp. “Three OTO Melara warships anchored near the port. Gau Clan insignia confirmed. The bombardment is coming from them.” I lifted my eyes to Reign.

The boat, fully adorned with fresh roses, hit the water, and people immediately began shoving me forward playfully. “Austin, get on the boat already!” “Aussie! It’s been seven years, and you two are finally making it official!” My close friend, Marcus Bell, spoke with genuine excitement. He was truly happy for me. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Sarah Granger stepped off the boat and walked over in my direction. However, she paused beside me for a split second before walking right past. Instead, she stopped right in front of Logan, her voice soft and filled with affection.

Chapter 49 Clarissa POV "Wow! My in-law's house is so beautiful," Charity mouths as we walk into the room, and I scoff. I guess you know how we ended here, right? She didn't even wait for me to say it twice when I got home before she said we should pass the night here.

Adira asked, smiling at Clair. "Sure." She replied and all three of them started to walk towards the spare rooms on the top floor. "Actually, how did I fall down the cliff? Do any of you know? I doubt that I had jumped." Levi asked the ladies as they walked along the corridor. Clair's heart skipped a beat at the question. Frowning, she glanced at Adira, who gave her a reassuring smile. The memories of that day had haunted Clair for the past six months, until she met 'Danny' in the club that night.

A Pakistani Man came down the stairs and passed by, pinching Clara's breast. "Bastard," Clara angrily turned to hit him. He ran down the stairs... "Look. I am confused about these things. This is the first time women are coming to work on my ship. Offshore jobs don't usually have women. I understand the difficulty when girls come. Most workers here have gone home for more than six months. The captain told her what would happen if the girls came to this isolated place like that.” “I know how to look,my things" answered Clara.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Clara curtsied with the composure befitting her position as the chief maid of Cloud Palace, maintaining a balance of respect without subservience. The chamber was empty except for the two of them. Jane stood in the shadows, her expression unreadable. She tossed a replica of Timothy's journal to Clara. "Take a look." Clara was puzzled, but carefully opened it. As she read, her expression shifted rapidly. 'When did Timothy write all this? What was he planning? And how did this end up in the queen's hands?'