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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 53: Going Home

[Vereena]

I stared blankly over the sea, ignoring the blinding light reflecting into the water.

Guilt was gnawing inside my chest, recalling what had transpired nights ago. My mind continued to relive the image of Callum's body being carried along by the waves. The huge wound where Hugo had struck him with an oar. I was scared at that moment, but mostly not me. I was scared that he would die, and that my friend had killed him. I may have been angry with him, but the thought of him dying because of me would certainly kill a part of myself as well. 

Right from the periphery, I saw Hugo coming toward me. He was shirtless, sweaty, with a brown bandana wrapped around his head. I wanted to be angry with him, for not listening, and for hurting Callum, but I couldn't blame him entirely as well. Though I admit, I was terrified by the way he acted on me that night. Maybe because I haven't really seen him get angry with me, and it was the first time.

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