A Drop Of Water Novels & Stories

The droplets cascaded down her gorgeous body, filling my mind with enticing thoughts. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of anticipation and desire building within me. The sound of the water created a soothing melody, almost like a seductive lullaby calling me closer to her. My heart raced with every drop that fell, imagining the sensation of those droplets against her soft skin. As I stood there, my mind wandered to the moments we had shared together—the laughter, the intimate conversations, and the stolen glances that had ignited a flame between us. This moment, listening to the water caress her body, felt like a tantalising invitation to explore our desires once again.

Her eyes turn blue the moment they open. A strong tension builds on the palm of her hand, yet it feels too light for Amira to manage well. The water from the pail jumps up in the air as Amira motions her hand upward. The molecules of water stay intact altogether as they elevate in the air. Amira has taken full control of the water. She waves her hand to where Liza is so that the water whops around the poor girl's body and drains the fire that's eating her alive.

I watched, dazed, my eyes barely half-open as it trickled away of its own accord, sliding over the monochrome tiles until it reached an ever-shifting stream of water that I could see stretching round behind Ethan. My cheek was damp, pressed against the floor and a lock of wet hair hung over my eyes. A tiny drop of water slid down the lock and grew fat, hanging there, before finally dropping to the floor and that tiny droplet moved of its own volition and joined the moving stream, like an ant, seeking the protection of its colony.

They sat in silence, watching as the water splashed against the rocks and fell downwards into a small pool. "Where's the water coming from?" Athena asked as she raised her head to look at him. He kissed her forehead and smiled. "It's coming from a river up there. It's falling vertically due to the disintegration of hard rock." "Does the water ever end? Because I'm sure this has been falling for several years, if not decades and centuries." "It sure has. How does the ocean water never finish? Water cycle, yeah? The thing is that there'd always be a source no matter what. The worst thing that might happen is the rocks disintegrating and maybe forming a lake,"

Staring at her for a couple of seconds, a smile formed upon Avery's face when she turned around and saw the gl*ss of water. "Cough* cough* Crystal, do you have water? My throat is acting weird." Avery started coughing abruptly when Crystal said, "It's on the table, let me get it for you." "No, it's alright. I'll take it." Saying it, Avery took the gl*ss of water and walked back when finally Crystal stood up wearing her shoes and she was about to turn towards Avery when suddenly Avery dropped the water on Crystal's dress, making her gasp in surprise.

Lucas POV Rain doesn’t just fall. It performs. Each drop lands with its own note. Outside, the bigger ones slap the pavement in hard, flat bursts, like a drummer who doesn’t know when to stop. Smaller drops race down the café window, some fast and clean, others dragging behind, merging, swallowing each other whole before sliding out of sight. The gutter above is offbeat, spitting water in crooked streams, pooling by the curb in circles that ripple, overlap, collapse.

I just watched the drops falls upon the white sheet one after the other as it slowly forms into a circle absorbing it changing into a different shape. I smile as watching it change its form and different shades as time passes by. The warm colour becomes colder and colder as it becomes thicker without any water in it. I dont want to ruin it just by adding water so I just continue looking at the white sheet turning it to the other form. The pleasant sound of dripping is one of my favourite music to my ears as it drips down the transparent sheet.

It needs to be done here. The waterskin has a few drops of water. I push my power, tug those drops out. The drops divide into a million tiny particles, each particle hugging my body and every strand of my hair. Like a loving, tender caress the water droplets coalesce, slide over my skin. I luxuriate in the feel of it. After a few minutes, I wave my hand and the water droplets implode, disappearing into nothingness. My skin feels dewy and soft. My hair is free of knots and tangles, only very slightly damp. That felt more refreshing than a long soak.

I had never felt this angry before in my life. I felt a stray tear roll down my cheek as I silently watched the reflection of the moon in the water in front of me. My dress glowed slightly as the moonlight kissed it softly. I was about to put my hand in the water, then my eyes fell on my finger, or more like on the tiny drop of blood coming out of the skin. The drop of blood fell into the water. It caused a small ripple, then disappeared in the water. But the spot where my blood drop fell became slightly darker.

Under all this, there's sound: water touching rock, again and again. Beneath us lies a round chamber, headroom tight. The roof hangs close above our heads. In the center sits still water, dark and cold, about waist-deep. Water seeps in through hidden cracks below ground. Around its border runs a slim strip of rock - just wide enough to stand on. Stillness holds the surface tight. Glass-like, it mimics black stone without a crack. This spot - right here - is where she dropped, Beatrice murmurs, awe coloring her words instead of dread. Her finger moves toward the middle of the water's surface. Sound built up around that place, thick and repeating. Visions arrived inside the noise, revealing lo