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The Admiral’s Daughter and the Pirate King

***Book 1 Completed*** It is not always the prince who sweeps a maiden off her feet. Sometimes the person who is thought to be a villain is actually the true hero of the story. Hence, only a keen eye can see beyond the rough edges. “DANGER!” That's one of the things that can be associated with him. However, how can one revered as dangerous be at the same time the one that can make her heart beat down her throat and caused her breath to hitch? How might she avoid him when each time he gravitates toward her, she finds herself unfit to move? Entrapped. Dazed. Bathe with palpable tension no one could rupture. Was it just fear? Or on the other hand, was it something entirely different? A blossoming passion, perhaps? A forbidden love that would send both their worlds reeling upside down. Many have tried to escape the claws of fate, yet close to none have succeeded. Vereena Braxton, daughter of an Admiral from House MacGhille. An epitome of flawlessness she had to uphold and a scandal to avoid. Everything is perfect as her destiny had already been planned out as she ought to marry the crowned prince. That is, until one night, pirates came along their harbor and caused mayhem across their city. Where she finds herself in the clutches and at the mercy of a vicious pirate, stowed her away from the life she once knew. But with the time they spent, Vereena has come to ask herself. Has he really taken her as a captive, or has he set her free from the rigid society she lived in? WSA Theme: Historical

Luna_Primrose · Fantasy
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152 Chs

Chapter 23: Outside the Cavern

[Vereena]

I huddled into a ball in an awkward position at the very edge of the cavern, with my back pressed up against the jagged wall. Taking in the sight of the flickering flames and the crackling sounds they make in the middle, keeping us all warm while the rest of the crew has already gone into slumber. Edric had settled himself below my feet, his mouth gape open as his hands sprawled apart. The cacophony of exchanging snores totted up the discomfort I was feeling and kept me awake.

As much as I wanted to close my eyes, terrible flashing of images concocted inside my head. From the crawling bugs, snakes, and the very thought that I was the only woman amongst the dozen of men. Things could happen so quickly, and I don't trust any of them surrounding me. They are, after all, men with impulses that they couldn't contain to themselves, and I am an easy target they could spot on with one head turn.