Drowning In The Dark Novel Novels & Stories

Summer's POV Bright blinding light pushed through the dreamless darkness that Summer was enjoying, beckoning her to wake up and embrace the new day where all her troubles were still very much existent. Sighing she allowed her eyes to open taking in the man that still slept soundly beside her.

My arms burned violently before turning numb. My wolf whimpered weakly inside me. Move, Ava. “I’m trying.” But my body refused to listen anymore. I sank, slowly at first, then faster. Dark water closed over my head again as the sea swallowed me whole. Above me, moonlight disappeared completely. Below me... only endless darkness remained. My thoughts began drifting strangely. So this is really how I die? A bitter ache spread through my chest. I hadn’t cleared my name, hadn’t found June, hadn’t exposed Laura, hadn’t restored Oliver’s reputation.

I stared at his emaciated body, certain he had brought this on himself. "Why don't you just drink yourself to death?" I cursed as I kicked him. He stirred and shifted slightly, but he still lay unconscious. Then, I noticed two more graves beside my parents'. Curiosity got the better of me, and I glanced at them. The moment I did, I stiffened. One tombstone read: "Beloved Wife, Phoebe Radcliffe." The other: "Beloved Daughter, Lumina Carlisle." All at once, the sorrow I had bottled up came flooding back like a tide. Certain wounds were so deep that even the passage of time couldn't erase them.

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

But as the candles began to blow out one by one, plunging us into total darkness, I felt a cold, slimy hand wrap around my ankle. "Dante!" I screamed. The last thing I saw before the darkness swallowed me was Dante reaching for me—his face a mask of pure, murderous rage, his hand outstretched to catch me, even though he knew his touch might be the thing that killed me first. The darkness wasn't just an absence of light; it was a living thing. It felt oily against my skin, smelling of ozone and rotting earth. The hand around my ankle pulled hard, dragging me off my chair and onto the cold obsidian floor.

My legs buckle. “Noah,” the voice says gently, like I’m a stray cat they’re trying to coax into a cage. I hate that they know my name. My vision blurs. Everything tilts. My body is heavy. The world is sliding off its hinges. I’m still fighting. Still clawing. But it’s like trying to breathe through sand. The last thing I see is the kitchen light flickering back to life. Then everything goes dark. ___ Waking up is like drowning in velvet.

So I think we can move from there to a deeper feeling. Christina, the one and only lady of my heart, I know as well that your heart beat faster when you were with me. I'm a vampire, I have acute senses, so you can't hide something like that from me. If this is not a sign that you have at least similar feelings towards me, then you can stab a stake straight into my heart, cut off my head and burn my body to ashes so that I will never rise again. Because if I can't love and adore you for eternity, my life will be completely meaningless. I have been alone for so long that for me rejection equals death. Forgive me for writing such things, and if it sounds like blackmail, but I write everything h

He pushed the door and entered inside. “Chris.” He called but no one responded, “Chris where are you?” His heart is thumping hard as he walked towards the living room. He loudly gasped, he saw Chris on the floor covered in blood along with another body, also drowning in its own blood. Kurt saw the man who claims to be Chris’ cousin at one side, grinning at him.

For letting her brother die, just like I let him die. The darkness is closing in and swallowing me whole. I am drowning. I cannot breathe...I try to get rid of the darkness but there's nothing to get rid of. I am drowning. I am choking. Someone grabs my wrists and pushes them down to my sides. I try to push myself up. I lift my arms to reach for help. I want to fight back against the darkness that's swallowing me but my arms keep resisting. I open my mouth to shout out his name

😂❤️ I’ve decided to make the chapters in each collection longer so you can spend more time with the characters, experience the tension, get more steamy moments, uncover the secrets, and really get lost inside every story. So please… keep your toes up! 👀😂🔥 Because I may have added a few twists here and there that you definitely weren’t expecting. 😏🌚🖤 Just when you think you understand what is happening… I might turn everything upside down. 👀💀 I want Dark Tales of Midnight to be the kind of book that makes you say, “Okay, just one more chapter…” and then suddenly realize it’s 2 a.m. 😂😭🌙