Sebastian, the one and only son of the king of England, is running for his life. Meanwhile Captain Walker is preparing his crew to raid the next cargo ship they've been targeting. These two very different people whose paths would've never usually crossed are about to meet. And this is their story.

Nyx and Agenor continue their journey as they reach land. Between his love for Agenor and the pull of Corail, his home island, Nyx faces more difficulties as he tries to cope with the invisible chains of his new life. [SECOND BOOK. READ 'Pirate Chains' FIRST] [Warning: Contains adult themes and graphic content]

This story is being republished on wattpad! The whole series in already on Amazon and Smashwords! Enjoy :D A chain and a collar can imprison a nobleman, but what could entrap a devil? Only the innocence of a fallen angel. Once upon a time, there was a very respectful and principled young man, named Nyx. He was a nobleman in all meanings of the word. He struggled to keep his late father's fishing business alive and protect his dear mother and older sister. Between the fishermen's schemes and the selfishness of his stepfather, his task was not an easy burden to carry. One day, the fates threw him into a dangerous predicament, only to find himself being saved by the devil. Agenor (Ah-gueh-nor), Captain of the Martina pirate crew. He was strong and ruthless, which earned him a reputation across both shadowed waters and guarded islands as the 'Devil'. When the young nobleman fell into his hands, Agenor couldn't help but be enchanted by the innocent angel. He was inexplicably drawn to him. He didn't ponder much on his actions, as he was guided by a burning need to keep him for himself. It was within his rights to have the man for himself, to chain him and abuse him. He didn't listen to Nyx's pleas, or couldn't. He repeatedly denied him any chance of freedom. For deep within him, he knew. Nyx was his. This story depicts Nyx's adventure as he struggles to live among pirates, avoid their bullying and harassment, and witness his own feelings take unexpected turns towards his captor. I hope you enjoy the sexy pirates and the innocent lamb caught in between. Themes and warnings: This story is +18 Expect adult themes and graphic content. This novel is an adult, gay romance, general fiction. It depicts themes such as piracy, abuse, rape, romance, manxman, gay, travel, sail, adventure, angst, and love.

"When I first saw you, I thought I'd have to kill you." "Uh, excuse me?" "But now I'll kill anyone that even thinks of laying a finger on you," he said, a dry laugh escaping his lips. "How times change, huh?" ~~~ Atlas, a young chef, was simply trying to survive in the big city. When a mysterious intruder, Emil, breaks into his apartment, Atlas is thrust into a life completely different from his. As Emil takes a liking to Atlas, will the chef run away? Or will the crime boss give him a reason to stay? ~~~ [mxm]

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.