Drowning In A Sea Of Love Novels & Stories

He had never loved me. He only loved the illusion of control. He lay in another woman’s bed, While playing the devoted lover to me. To prove his place in my heart, He pushed me to the edge— Demanding that I die for him. But beneath the suffocating silence of the sea, I saw the truth. Then— A scream. David’s voice, raw and broken. I opened my eyes underwater. Through the rippling surface above, I saw his figure— Diving in, flailing toward me like a man possessed.

"It's called the Black Tide, Callum. It's not just the water that's contaminated. It's the air in the lower levels. Some of the people who survived the initial surge breathe in the silt. It takes a few days to incubate. And then, it takes everything." I looked back at the dying man, who let out one final, rattling gasp before going still. The silence that followed was heavier than the ocean. I felt Leo arrive beside me, his hand gripping my shoulder. I could feel him shaking. I looked at him, and then I looked at the black fluid staining the concrete. The horror wasn't just that the water had taken the city. The horror was that the water had brought something back with it. Something that was

She recalled the day she and Sean were kissing intimately in the bathroom, with James standing even closer to them than she was now to him. Was James’s pain then the same as hers now, unbearable to the point of suffocation? No, his pain must have been even worse. So this was what love felt like. To love someone was to be unable to bear seeing others being close to them or claiming them as their own. But she had hurt James deeply, countless times. Like self-inflicted punishment, she stood motionless in the snow, staring at the darkened window. The next morning, Jessica and James left for the City Hall.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

Drowning in the warm water, she wanted to become unaware of her pain, have the urge to unwind, and to submerge herself in water, so that she could become numb, to make her body clean again, free of the filthy touches, he had indulged in her. Hot tears squinted in her eyes, and she barely restrain herself with all her strength to not block her breathe in this water. Drowning her nose, she let herself, stay in water. It was said that, hate is an emotion, infinitely stronger than love, and caused the destruction that would haunt for lifetime. This stranger loathed her, his efforts of ruining her has proved it all. Maybe, if she die, this saga of passion to destroy her, and her family would also

Blood from her wounds spread through the water and turned it red. She could not swim. She struggled with all her strength, but she could not get out. She gulped for air as it slowly became harder to breathe. Her face began to lose color. Her heartbeat grew weaker. Wave after wave of dizziness hit her. Her consciousness sank into darkness.

she called, splashing water at me. I chased her, tackling her gently into the shallows. We played like kids, her laughter mixing with the crash of surf. When we tired, we floated side by side, hands linked above the water. Her eyes met mine, full of something deep and unspoken. “I love you more every day,” she said, her voice barely above the waves. I pulled her close, our bodies slick and salty. “And I love you endlessly.” We kissed there in the sea, the world fading away.

With wet hair, she looks like a mermaid. “Traitor…” she pouts her lips. - I asked to save, not drown ... She waits for Lou to get out of the “sea battle”, and sails with him to the side to hug there, kiss and coo all those stupid things that lovers usually bring to each other. Tom draws more air into his lungs and dives, trying to swim as far as possible without appearing on the surface. He swims underwater for so long that a burning pain begins to tear apart his lungs. Comes up, gasping for air. The ocean is not in vain so salty, to the point of bitterness ... Not otherwise the tears of all unrequitedly in love people throughout the history of mankind.

A whimper starts in my chest and makes its way up. My fingers are somehow in his hair, running through the short carpet of thick hair. My hand is fluttering over his body, trying to feel as much of him as I can at once. This is what drowning must feel like. I want to sink far beneath the sea and never come back up.

Darkness would follow, and I’d run through it, desperately searching for a way out, until I’d fall into a sea… a sea made from my blood. Blood would seep out from the wound close to my chest, and I would drown in the endless sea of it. I struggled to breathe as I tried to swim to the surface, choking as the blood clogged my throat. On the surface, there was never anyone to pull me out of it. It was always just me in the darkness. As I swam my way to the surface, fighting two hands pulling me down to the bottom, I saw a hand this time, reaching out to grab me.