Deeper Than The Ocean Book Novels & Stories

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

The child turns to me. “That is because it has never been part of the network.” The spiral in the ocean tightens. The water compresses inward until it becomes a perfect circle again. Then It opens. Not upward. Downward. A hollow in the ocean, as if the sea itself is stepping aside. Dylan’s grip on me tightens. “Okay, that’s worse.” The air grows heavy again. But not with pressure. With depth. As if the world has suddenly remembered how large it really is.

11 HOURS 52 MINUTES REMAINING Above the ocean, the world was already starting to shake. But deep beneath the sea… The next storm was coming.

Something far older. Something waiting beneath the ocean. To Be Continued...

How vast is the ocean? I know it is in wide scope How dangerous is this ocean? A lot and too much chances To explore, you can be drowned With the wave you can be nowhere How deep could it be ? Like the love of yours How vast,how deep How blue,how loyal Deeper,bluer than blue Blue ocean by: Ency Bearis The night slowly faded away as the sun rose in the sky, filling the earth with its brightness. The rays from the sun illuminated Lena's room, though the windows were closed and the blinds down.

"Please don't cry… It hurts me to see you like this." Perhaps he had loved me, I thought. But it didn't matter now. We had already reached the point of no return. Rain lashed down at midnight, yet Gabriel was still outside. He didn't have an umbrella, and he didn't seek shelter from the rain. He just stood stubbornly in the storm. I looked at his soaked figure through the peephole. He had been just as drenched the day he pulled me out of the ocean. Even so, I held firm and didn't let him inside.

In the depths of the Pacific Ocean, the currents raged. Alexander's muscles were taut, effortlessly resisting the underwater pressure. A majestic aura enveloped his body, constantly pushing away the surrounding seawater as he descended rapidly at a vertical angle. 1000 meters, 2000 meters, 3000 meters... The deep sea was as dark as ink, and the water pressure kept increasing. Even the helmet on his head began to warp. But Alexander seemed to be unaware of it, his eyes closed tightly, his immense spiritual power covering an area of thousands of square meters, thoroughly exploring everything around him.

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.

It is like the one in his home office. “Ok, Jerome will be here soon. He is my second in command in the company. So if I’m not available then ask him, he will help you,” he says and I just nod my head as I look at the bookshelf in front of me and I stand and move towards it and find books on the oceans. I scoff. Humans have no idea what is in the waters and I know if they knew the true depths and the creatures there, they would never dip a toe in the waters again. I chuckle to myself at that thought. “What’s so funny?” Carter asks with a smile on his lips, and I shake my head, fighting the smile that is on my lips.

We didn't dive deeper and pulled ourselves up, laughing together. The water was almost at our neck when I panted. "It was deep. You know....", she gulped, trying to stay stable with the waves, my hands holding her tightly. "This ocean.... I want to dive deeper than this. But I always feared I would lose my path. Have you ever felt in the ocean?" I chuckled at her, peering deep into her ebony eyes. "Yes. But that ocean is deeper than this one" "Huh? I don't know there was an ocean in Albania deeper than this. Which one?", she rolled her eyes.