Dive In Deep Novels & Stories

Within minutes, she was asleep. Leila falling asleep so abruptly surprised me a bit, but I brushed it off, knowing that the trip had taken its toll on her. I looked over at Jase and he was still sleeping soundly in his crib. Moving over to the window, I looked over at the expanse of ocean, and it looked too inviting to pass up. I slipped into some shorts and dove from the back patio into the ocean, and the cool water felt heavenly. I dove down deep, passing fish of all sorts, even barracuda and sharks, but they gave me a wide berth, sensing the predator within me. Diving down deep, there was lovely corral in all shades of orange, pick, yellow, blue, and purple, along with grouper and sea ane

XXV –Descent . . . Descent (noun): it can be an action of moving downward, dropping, or falling… or it could be a moral, a social or psychological decline into a specified undesirable state . . . PROSERPINA: Before she and Alastor can go shopping later–does this count as a date?–Proserpina had fully intended to leave the house not too far or for long seeing as she no longer felt that secure ever since they’ve been attacked there) when she returned to the shadows to rest.

Lauresse I am lying on the cold floor, staring at the ceiling; only I can see darkness. No light. Just darkness. And the surrounding was like the cool freezer seeping through my skin deep to my bones. Even my breath was frigid. Where am I? A choking sound came to my mouth, along with my fresh tears. Death. The only word I am going of my life. I should not leave my hometown and be independent. Perhaps...maybe... indeed...I am not in this situation.

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.

Dives like this one make me believe that if I wished hard enough, I could grow gills. After some time, the flashing light in my dive computer tells me decompression has started. The decision comes to me in a split-second: I tear off my mask and toss my regulator over my shoulder. Land’s the farthest place in my mind and there’s nothing remotely strange about the thought of giving up and accepting my fate. There aren’t any serious consequences for me, not even the possibility of losing my life and never seeing Sol again.

She had surfaced and was doggy paddling back to the boat before climbing aboard. “Watch—” Trent warned about a second before Leia gave a full body shake, spraying all of us with water. We all screamed, covering ourselves and turning away from her. When the shaking stopped, I looked back at Leia who was looking at us, obviously very pleased with herself. “She showed you how it’s done,” Trent said with a laugh. I watched with rapt attention as he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes before taking a running dive off the edge of the boat. Me and the girls all screamed when he hit the water, a splash rising up, hitting us all. Khloe and Julia looked at me. “Well?” Julia asked.

Clearly printed on the document were the words "Divorce Agreement" "Jenna, don't you love me anymore?" he asked in a trembling voice.

You're deliberately stirring this up online, trying to profit off my and Millie's misery. I couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. I ignored him and quickly registered a new social media account instead. The room fell silent just as my lawyer approached and whispered in my ear that the divorce agreements were ready and in the office now. I nodded and said nothing else. John and the others arrived much later, each of them looking equally exhausted and disheveled. I pulled out my phone and casually checked the trending searches. Across every platform, the top search was "Diving Club Coach Nearly Causes Fatal Accident Due to Negligence".

Trembling uncontrollably, he quavered in disbelief, "How could this happen? Sierra was a top-tier diver! How could she just die like that?" Pete was baffled. "Mr. Shaw, no matter how skilled Ms. Lane was, she was still just a human. You had her dragged behind the yacht for an entire day. No one can survive the overwhelming atmospheric and water pressure." Hearing this, Zachary collapsed to his knees. Pete tried to make himself seem as small as possible. After a long silence, Zachary finally asked, "Where's her body?" "Huh?" Pete didn't hear him clearly. "Where's Sierra's body?" Zachary snapped. "Why isn't it here?"

he called my name in a deep voice. I took a deep breath and quickly walked up to him. Then, I crouched down and met his eye level. I must have been incredibly nervous and timid. That was because I saw a tiny version of myself in his deep-set eyes, and even my lashes seemed to be fluttering. I secretly took a deep breath, plucking up my courage to raise my hand. Then, I held his hands, which were placed on the blanket. "Hello, Mr. Blackwell. I'm Leah Young," I said.