Against The Tide Novel Novels & Stories

His grip was too tight, and I could feel the pain in my wrist due to his strength. I couldn't break free, so I shouted helplessly, "Let go of me!" Simon seemed not to hear me, and he only kept pulling me toward him. "Janice, give me another chance to make it up to you, alright?" Before he could finish, someone punched him in the face. "She told you to let go! Don't you understand?!" The punch came fast and hard, catching Simon off guard. He let go of my wrist and stumbled back, knocking over the chair behind him.

It wasn’t just fashion now; it was a statement, a challenge, a declaration of war painted across every glossy magazine and billboard. And though my chest ached with memories I refused to name, my heart beat steady with a single truth, I was back. Stronger, louder, untouchable. Elliott and Cecilia could try to ignore me, try to erase me, but the world had already chosen. The tide was shifting, and they couldn’t stop it. Not this time. This was only the first blow. And God help them, because I wasn’t stopping here.

It felt like nothing else mattered anymore. “Kiss me,” I found myself saying as I moved closer to him, bravely raising my hand to touch his warm chest. I felt him shiver at my touch and it gave me a little boost to my confidence. I looked up at him through my lashes. He was fighting an internal conflict. “Please?” my desire was getting the better of me. He groaned and lowered his head to capture my lips in a gentle but yet rough kiss. He gripped both of my thighs as he pinned me against the rock again. My legs wrapped around his waist and I gasped into his lips when I felt a thumb on my clit.

BIANCA'S POV "Why would a lovely damsel like you be heading to a hellhole like Dartmoor Island?" The captain's voice pulled me from my trance. I stood at the edge of the railing, watching the dark waves crash against the hull. The sharp wind struck my ankles. I shivered. "I simply have no other way to go," I whispered. "I don't have options." I tried to keep my voice steady, but the dread was overwhelming. Tears threatened to spill, hot and stinging against the cold sea spray.

“How much you’d resist. And now they know.” Heat roared up inside her, unbidden. The fire surged at the words, burning against her skin as if it were alive, as if it understood. She stumbled back, clutching her chest. Aiden caught her, his hands firm on her arms, grounding her before the flames could break loose. “Breathe,” he ordered softly, his forehead pressed to hers again. “Stay with me. You’re not theirs.” But Rowan’s words wouldn’t leave her. They wanted to see how much you’d resist.

The type of memory that never healed or warranted understanding. "Apparently, I'd been rescued during a storm—a young girl found naked and injured on an Oregon beach." "That's where I started searching—in Oregon." Miro leaned forward and fired questions. Galene answered slowly, laying out her life with her adoptive parents. The differences she had that her parents hid from the world. Every time she mentioned Violet and Owen, Miro sneered. And when Galene outlined her father's betrayal and the discovery of what he'd done that day, both Fisheri paled visibly.

"Lean back Fifi, and hand the hot chocolate to me. And start reading. I'll hold the mug for you." With the newly residing butterflies in her stomach, Faith leaned back against him and decided that she would concentrate on reading. If Adi wanted to torture himself by being close to her, then it was his problem. She would simply enjoy this experience like he said he wanted her to. She had always thought that a cozy library was the best place for reading, but now Adi had given her the perfect place...to read. In his arms. Leaning back, she relaxed and immersed herself in the world of Jane Austen

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.

"I was wrong, Yvonne. Never trust a man." Moonlight cast an ethereal glow on her face. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was loud in the quiet night. I didn't know what was going on, but my heart felt heavy for some reason. A long, long time later, Mom threw her phone into the sea. Then, she gave me ten dollars. Grabbing my shoulders, she said, "Yvonne, can you go and get me a bottle of water? Don't tell anyone I'm here, alright? If you do, you won't see me again!"

One breath and two, they went under. The cold hit like something solid, ricer cold. Deep bone cold that drove the air from her lungs on contact and she held what she had left and pulled them both forward through the dark with no light. Just cold and current and the stone walls on either side and Theron’s hand in hers. She pulled. The current pushed back. The flood tide asserting itself through the narrow passage with everything it had and she was moving against it and her lungs were already asking questions she did not have answers to yet.