Jane, a small, fearless girl, who had been abandoned by her parents at the age of six, took up the role of protector for the children who had also been left behind. She protects the younger ones from the cruel Matron who rules the orphanage with her cruel cane and even crueler hands. One night a fire starts, killing the Matron and leaving the children with nothing. Jane takes charge at age 12, leading "her lost ones" as she calls them, and they set sail, naming her Captain Hook for her daring grappling hook rescue. No longer a girl, the pirate legend has grown over the years, as has the merchants pouches of gold. They continue to plunder, finding paradise, when they decide to sneak into a noble's ball. There she meets Lord Peter Hawthorne, they banter, dueling with their words, sparking a sizzling tension and new romance between them. But how can a noble lord and pirate queen find a way to be together, when their lives are worlds apart? Find out in my new story: The Lord's Darling Pirate Queen - A Peter pan/Captain Hook retelling. Also short chapters ahead, but still I hope you give it a try! Also this is a historical fiction, romance book, but there will be no smut, and nothing more than a kiss at the end, so if you have a problem with this, please read something else. Please, if you plan on reading and commenting, don't make hurtful, rude, or insulting comments about my work, I will try to respond to comments in a timely manor, so feel free to say something if you have anything kind to say. Everyone makes mistakes, so if you find a error or something that seems wrong, feel free to point it out politely. I wrote this with the help and guidance of AI, but this is all my original work and ideas. So do NOT copy my work. I give credit to chatgpt for its help and Canva for my book cover.

Little mermaid dark retellingxtangled Mature content What if Rapunzel wasn't sweet and naive to her captivity and was forced into an unwanted marriage What if ariel wasn't as nice and naive as she was, what if she was the bad guy that worked with Ursula This story is a mashup between with two Disney's with twists and betrays so big you read again.Swearing, murder, evil empire, bulling, kidnapping, poison, sexual content Read at your own comfortbility Raphia was a sweet happy girl that lived in the palace with her mum and dad the king and queen of Nivoria until one day 2 years ago she mysteriously dies and leaves Raphia heartbroken and lost, she's no longer the sweet and innocent girls she once was and her fathers no longer the nice old man that everyone loved he's cold and harsh and keeps his distance from his only daughter. Raphia is now sarcastic with a new dark humor and a love for knives and potions she found young but kept hidden for afraid of disappointing the family but she doesn't live in fear of that anymore, she practically lives for it. A year ago her farther got remarried to a horrible woman destroying any relationship she once had with her farther, kalia is a horrible gold digger that constantly makes Raphia's life a more hell than it already is. And she definitely doesn't appreciate the harmless yet meaningful pranks Raphia throws her way. But this pay back is more than she can bare. Suddenly she's being told she has to marry the prince of Nanzanya a sleazy, gross man that doesn't understand boundaries and hands that slip down too far. When she runs away at sea to open her own shop on an island far away she doesn't expect it to be so unforgiving and harsh not knowing it's the sea witch from down below the tretrious waters that's found a new accomplish to help her take over the kingdom, or the mermaid with a slight crazy look in her eye that offers her a deal she can't refuse Theres nothing that can go wrong right?

#1 in Jealousy "I don't get it!" I yell while hurrying to catch up with him. "You don't need to get it!" he hisses out, not sounding tired after jogging for 20 minutes straight. While I on the other hand am heaving for my breath. "Why are you so hell bent on finding out who kissed you at Trevor's stupid party?!" No response. "It was just a kiss!" I try again. He stops up abruptly, turning around in a swift motion glowering down at me. I gulp. "Just a kiss?!" he whispers, I nod my head hesitantly. "JUST A KISS?!" I shrink back. He inches closer, his heavenly built towering over me. Forehead to forehead, nose to nose...disappointingly not mouth to mouth... I lick my lips slowly. He looks down, gulping before slightly moving away. "Just a kiss." I confirm. His blazing eyes find mine again. "No, it was not just a kiss! Maybe for her, but not for me!" "Why not?!" I press on. "BECAUSE SHE STOLE MY FIRST KISS!!" I gasp loudly, staggering back. His fingers graze his lips slowly before he snaps out of it, turns around and storms away. This time I don't bother following him, I am in shock. I Accidentally Stole The Bad Boy's First Kiss... ••• Completed | ✓ Unedited (Read at your own risk)

"Mine." His low growl of possession took my heart and the fate of my panties. They were soaked through with arousal. Damn it. I stroked his face as he sniffed the air. I prayed he couldn't smell my body's reaction to his. His hand slipped from my waist and traveled to the rip in my dress. "I can smell how much your body craves mine." My breath catches as his hand finds it home at the front of my panties. "Why don't you just submit yourself to me? Accept that you are mine and mine alone?" His hand was traveling lower, and he found my clit rubbing it through my underwear. I couldn't help but lean my head back and moan out at his skillful administration on my pussy."Moan, my name, my innocent mate. Tell everyone who is making you feel this pleasure."He had ripped my underwear off me and threw them across to hit another tree. He propped me up against the tree, causing me to hold onto his shoulders for support as his fingers took advantage of my spread legs, my dress completely exposing my pussy to him."Absolutely Ravishing." One of his thick fingers pumped its way into my hole, causing me to moan loudly into his ear. "Seth." ********* Seth Knight was not one for romance; everyone at Quillwood High School knew that. If you were a girl, you were in danger of being his next distraction. He would fuck a girl, the girl would fall in love, and he would leave. It was what had always happened. But there was a time before he had become a player. His old best friend, Belle Rivers, the innocent, sweet girl he had known since birth, kept the darkness at bay. Their mothers had been best friends since high school and conceived only months apart. They were destined to be. He was her protector, and she had kept him good, but when his dad died, the darkness crept into his heart, and the only one who could save him was forced to leave him. "Sample" (Mature scenes 18 +) {Highest rating # 29 in bestfriends ;) }

❝You are just a WOMAN. You can't fight in this war, you're weak. It will chew you up and spit you out, you can't keep up with us.❞ The commander scoffed with a low chuckle. A couple of men behind him chuckled as well. Evander's gaze burned into the side of my head, awaiting my reply like everyone else. ❝If I can't fight, then why did the Queen herself ask me to take over your job for the time being?❞ I asked, pulling my dagger out from its sheath, taping on Commander Leland's breastplate with the tip, ❝Careful who you call weak Commander because you clearly don't know who I am.❞ He crossed his arms defensively, ❝Oh yeah? And who are you?❞ I leaned forward lightly, ❝The name's Aislin.❞ ________________ Her name was well-known throughout the kingdoms. Some believed she was just an urban legend, while others thought she was real but some believed she didn't exist at all. She was labeled "the infamous warrior" because she was known for destroying kingdoms with her bare hands. She was a woman, but she set a strong example for tens of thousands of men. She disappeared after a horrific accident. Years had passed, and she had led a life free of violence. After all those years, she was itching to return to the battlefield. Her wish was granted when Queen Aria of Kavan herself approached her and informed her of the events unfolding in her kingdom, requesting her assistance. A sexist Commander, a caring queen, a slacker army, new friendships, and an intriguing yet hothead prince are among the challenges she faces. She's got a lot to handle. --- REVIEWS (more inside) "If you put equal portions of action, adventure, comedy, mystery, romance & feminism in a ninja blender and set it to high power, YOU 👏 GET👏 AISLIN👏. Plus a splash of feminism and diversity makes everything instantly better. SO GOOD!" - @shelsontheloose Copyright © 2021 by WriterMickeyC (of Wattpad) All Rights Reserved COVER: Guinealove2005

Jack put his hand through the bars. "Captain Jack Sparrow. Call me Jack." "The Captain Jack Sparrow?" Delia said excitedly. "I've heard all the stories." He was practically a pirate legend. "The one and only. I sailed with your dad when I was young. It's good to know someone who knows who I am and doesn't want to kill me." He smiled. "unless this is a trap?" He questioned jokily. She laughed slightly. "Nope, it's just me. No guards." "Have you ever thought of following in his footsteps?" "Yes. I want to get away from Port Royal as soon as I can." "What's stopping you then?" "Well every time I try to escape I somehow get captured by Ma-" "No, no, no, Love. I mean becoming a pirate." Jack had a glint in his eyes as he suggested the idea. "Well..... If I'm being honest. I would love to but it is kind of hard when you can't even get on a ship without someone getting you in trouble, because women apparently can't be on the ship." Delia rolled her eyes at the fact. "It's in your blood, Love." He remarked. .... Want to Join Jack on his adventure? Join me on this wild ride or read if you will.

I woke up in a daze, unsure of why my body felt so stiff, so sore. I winced as I threw my legs over the side of the bed, and again as I stood up, pain flaring from every muscle in my body as I made my way to the polished mirror beside my wardrobe. I gasped at the sight of the bruised and battered girl in front of me. The memories from last night flooded my mind. It was my birthday. Father had invited several high class guests to the event. He expected me to begin courting. The man he had introduced me to was a plump old man. I had refused adamantly, his years against my fourteen churned my stomach. Unfortunately, my father didn't take my refusal well. He grabbed me by the arm roughly and dragged me into the attic-my bedroom. His beatings were getting worse. At least the last time i t hadn't taken much effort to hide the pain. This time that wouldn't be possible. This time, there would be no hiding it. This time the pain was too much. I whimpered as I headed to the door, but it was locked. It seems my father had predicted my state. Rage and anger burned through my veins as I slammed my fist against the door. One day I would learn to defend myself. One day I would escape this wretched castle. One day I would no longer be bound by the Caspian people. One day I will no longer be their princess. "I will get away from here, and you will pay for what you've done old man." I vowed before slamming my fist against the door again. "I will be free." I huffed as I crawled back into the bed for some much needed rest.

FULL VERSION AVAILABLE ON AMAZON Disguised as a man and captured by ruthless pirates, debutante Octavia Palmer must find a stolen treasure to save her father from debtor's prison. But can she escape with her life--and her heart-- when the devilishly handsome Captain Charles Atwell knows her secret? *** Desperate to save her father from death in a debtor's prison, Octavia Palmer disguises herself as a man and sets sail to search for her stolen treasure. But as the war of 1812 continues to rage, she is captured by the pirate captain Charles Atwell, a dangerously handsome drunk who discovers her hidden identity. If she doesn't convince him to help her find the treasure, Octavia knows he'll expose her and have her killed, or worse, sold to his favorite brothel. Charles Atwell blames the world for the death of his beloved sisters. Forced into piracy by the bloody pirate Jean Lafitte, he awaits the day he can drink himself to death or die in battle. He discovers a young woman dressed as a man on a ship he captures, but before he can expose her identity, she reveals that she knows the truth about what happened to his sisters. Battling through ghosts, swamp alligators, sea battles, and a dangerous attraction, Octavia and Charles reluctantly team up to steal her family's treasure from Lafitte. But when the British ask for Lafitte's help to defeat the Americans at New Orleans, their chances of seeing their families again goes up in gunpowder.

I lift my hand, holding my pistol to his chest, hovering over his heart. He stares at me, emotions spilling out of him. Emotions I can't decipher. He leans closer, the tip of the barrel pressing into his skin, just above his heart. "Do it," he whispers, inches from my face. I hold his gaze, while his hands snake under my shirt, grazing my skin. "I dare you," he lowers his voice, so gently, "Shoot me." My finger curls around the trigger, an inch from pulling it. I glare into his eyes, "You're a fucking monster," I whisper. He nods, "I know." "You kill without remorse," I spit. "I know." "I hate you," My finger screams at me to pull the trigger. "I know." "I'm disgusted by you." "I know," he inhales, letting his forehead rest against mine. His gaze falls to my lips, "If you want me dead, then kill me, pull the trigger." - It's no longer a question. My morals are gone, leaving nothing but a monstrous killing machine. Any hope for some sort of sympathy, some regard for life is nonexistent. I want death. I want to be the bringer of death, and the essence of slaughter. - Rhea Windsor, the newest ruler of Ovantasa after her parents- the former king and queen were assassinated. Her mind is in the pits of despair guided by vengeance, leaving nothing but a body of handcrafted slaughter and within that madness, she comes across a man made for killing. The ruthless killer known as Elijah Anton, who forces her to turn her back on her morals and grip on sanity. What happens when she realizes she wasn't as innocent as she thought and teeters on a heart of purity and blinding hate? When perfect becomes unattainable and her flaws take its place? - [𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆] THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREME GRAPHIC CONTENT AND IS NOT MADE FOR A LIGHT READ - *COMPLETE & FULLY EDITED*