Drowning In The Sea Of Love の小説・ストーリー

Jerry's protest got drowned in a muffled moan as Jack dragged him inside the sea to kiss the heck out of him, since there were too many eyes, this was the only way to hide, and since Jerry was a Pure and him just fucking tenacious, staying for long without breathing was no biggie for them. Under the sea was the beautiful imagery of two lovers embracing themselves together, the blue of the sea-colored the white hair of the other that floated fluidly like a lovely marine creature while entangling unconsciously with the now green-blue hair of the other as they both indulged themselves towards the fiery cold of passion within the sea. It was indeed a beautiful sight but as we all know- pretty th

[Lincoln] With my pulse drumming in my ears, I bolt out of my seat, every noise fading beneath the roaring waves of the ocean. My mind hones in on one thing—my wife…drowning the water. Fuck. What was she thinking? Without hesitation, I dive in, my body slicing through the surface as cold water engulfs me. A figure is sinking lower, deeper. My muscles burn as I push forward, lungs tight, heart slamming against my ribs. I reach out, my fingers wrapping around an ankle before I shift to grab her waist.

Her cheeks turned crimson at his instant hint. "B-But what if we drown in the sea?" "I'm won't let that ever happen wifey. No one can take you away from me, not even this fucking sea. This is just a sea, but I can drown in the depths to find you, so you can never escape me. So no one can take you away from me."

After hesitating for a while, Zachary eventually made up his mind and went onto the yacht. "Sierra, I'm going to divorce you if you're lying to me," he muttered under his breath as if he were comforting himself. The scorching sun blinded him, but the eerie sight of the dark red splotches on the yacht still stung his eyes. He headed to the yacht's surveillance room and replayed the footage from that day. On the screen, I was thrown into the sea, dangling from an iron chain. I had screamed and begged, yet no one came to my aid.

"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.

I said to her when they went more red. "And I really hate water since I can't swim but I want to get drown in you." She slowly reciprocated, making me smile as I pressed my lips on her forehead. "I'll always save you, from any depth." I promised her, as she chuckled. "What about sea? You can never find its depth." She raised her brow, and twitched smile at me. When I giggled. "Then maybe I'll choose to get drown in them like you." We both giggling at this.

“Just do not go out any further, please. Don’t risk your life when you are just getting to live it.” “Sapphire, before you go, earlier you said ‘drown’, what does this word mean?” “To drown is to be submerged in water until you breath it in and die or almost die. It’s also used to described being suffocated by something, usually unpleasant.” “Sapphire, was I drowning in the darkness till you came?” “Yes, Evangeline. I believe you were drowning in your own darkness, even though you did not know it yet.” Sapphire’s voice was now full of sadness again. “I must sleep now. Please consider hiding and sleeping as well, we will both need our strength for the journey ahead.”

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

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?

“Loving you feels like drowning. Every time I think I’ve reached the surface, you pull me back under.” His eyes darkened, and in two long strides, he closed the distance between them. His hands cupped her face gently, his touch trembling like he feared this would be the last time. “Then let me teach you to breathe underwater,” he whispered, his lips brushing hers in a ghost of a kiss. Blue’s heart thundered. Every rational thought screamed at her to push him away, to run, to save herself from the chaos that was Sebastian Blackwood. But her body betrayed her, leaning into him, craving the warmth she had missed so much.