Deep End Epub Novels & Stories

nHis mother’s eyes met his, “Your father left this with me the night before he disappeared.” Corey stared at the box, what is inside? She held it tightly. “Something he wanted you to have when the time was right.” Corey’s pulse quickened. His mother slowly extended it toward him and for the first time that evening, the warmth of the family dinner disappeared. Because Corey suddenly realized something. Morgan hadn’t simply disappeared, he had left pieces of himself behind, pieces that were still waiting to be found.

The document was old, yellowed, partly damaged by water. Someone had written notes in the margins. Human-sea lineage. Dormant blood. Possible inheritance through maternal or paternal line. Damien's breathing slowed. He read the passage again. Then again. He turned the page. Another reference. This one spoke about something called a Deepborn. According to the account, Deepborns were individuals who could pass as humans while having abilities associated with the ocean. Enhanced hearing. Resistance to pressure. Unnatural swimming ability. Influence over marine life.

Or perhaps it was simply that Aria could feel deeper now. Every step echoed differently in her bones. By the time they reached the inner corridors, the silence between them had thickened. Not uncomfortable. Heavy. Finally, Damien spoke. “What did you see?” She didn’t ask what he meant. “The Deep wasn’t evil,” she said quietly. “It was wild. Unstructured. Honest in a way the Council couldn’t control.” “And now?” “It’s awake,” she said. “Not free. Not bound. Just… present.” He stopped walking.

Even if he had some strength, he would not be able to make any big waves. The two entered the library. Kate led Andrius to a particular bookshelf and reached up to grab a secret manual from the highest shelf. It was the ‘Records of Profundity’. “This is the one.” Kate handed the book to Andrius. Andrius took the book but did not immediately start reading it. “Can I take a look around here and check out some of these ancient manuals?” Andrius pointed to the numerous ancient books on the shelves and asked. “No problem.” Kate naturally did not refuse.

His heavy breathing brushed over my neck, telling me he was enjoying it as much as I was. “I need more,” he said with a raspy, strangled voice. “More?” I questioned, my brain muddled with ecstasy. “More. Deeper. Harder.” He pushed me to my back and came over the top of me. He pushed the blankets out of his way and ran a hand down my chest. His eyes were that beautiful dark blue that always happened when he was turned on. I watched him stare at my body, running his hands over the curves before dropping a kiss to one nipple, then the other.

Folding it neatly, he dropped it on a stomp he found seated by his left. Taking deep breaths with eyes closed, he folded his hands behind him with a calm and composed demeanour. He opened his eyes, feeling the red flecks come alive in his grey eyes. The red was a part of his eyes that existed as part of the grey, appearing at the border of his black pupils, mixed to give an alluring appearance. The obsidian was just a temporary fixture when his animalistic side was fast surfacing. They were proof of his supernatural existence, the red a constant reminder of what he was.

"It is Draven. He is fine." A pause. "Of course he is," Darius said quietly. The librarian spent the next ten minutes carefully examining the fallen shelf, the scattered books, and the damaged railing. Kael helped stack the books into neat piles. Several of them had fallen open to random pages, and as he collected them, one caught his eye. He picked it up. The title on the open page read: On The Nature of Probability Manipulation in Pre-Civilization Eryndor. Kael read the first paragraph.

Zane and I tucked the girls in not longer after that, and I read from what was now officially the girls’ second-favorite book. With a smile, I opened the book, admiring the illustrations Grace and Chloe had already seen and cooed over. “Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could sound it, and many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects.

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

Chapter two He slammed into me, his hips thrusting forward with a force that made me cry out. I gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles white as I braced myself for his onslaught. Damien's hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he pounded into me, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. "Oh god, Damien," I moaned, my body rocking with the force of his movements. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He leaned over me, his body pressing against mine as he continued to fuck me relentlessly. "You like that, don't you?" he growled in my ear. "You like it when I fuck you hard and deep."