Drowning In The Sea Of Love Novels & Stories

[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.

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.

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.

I powered off my phone, pulled out the SIM card, and flushed it down the toilet. I would never see it, Gabriel. You would never have my love for the rest of this lifetime.

I gave up the chance to take over my family's business and spent ten whole years acting as a sports agent for my swimmer boyfriend, Nate. I stayed by his side from his early days to his rise to fame. He promised he would propose to me the day he won the world championship gold. The night of his victory dinner, I eagerly put on a wedding dress. I even invited all our close friends and family to the venue so they could witness the moment together. But as he stood under the spotlight, he looked right past me and his gaze landed on his younger teammate, Lexi, who was smiling brightly and clapping for him nearby. A reporter pushed through the crowd with a microphone and asked on the spot if h

The breeze giggled around them and swirled in a lovely rhythm. The sparkling stars, the giddy moon, the feathery faint clouds even the dark inky sky. The sails that left the shore even the depths of the ocean below. They all hummed in ecstasy knowing that Hamza and Hooriya were drowned in love but there was no need for words when the eyes speak volumes of passion. They both had googly heart emojis glittering in their eyes as they made love again that night. Soft. Sweet. Tender. Oh, so gentle. The intimacy was so raw that their heart shuddered in love.

I guessed I needed to act as early as now. I continued playing the footage as I shakily wiped my tears from falling. I saw from the video that I already ascended from the sea carrying her unconscious body. The sea then shimmered in the heat of the afternoon sunlight as the background immediately transitioned from dreary to sunny. Perhaps, the only real thing from my memories that happened was the fact that I was kissing her beneath the sea. Since I stupidly drowned myself for an unknown reason, Drey might have initiated the kiss.

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.

] It seemed even God was helping me. After I packed my bags, I planed to leave and go abroad. Michael had perhaps long forgotten the words I once said to him. “If one day I find out the love you give me isn’t unique, then I won’t want you.” Just before I left, the hospital called. “Ms. Jones, you forgot to take your miscarriage recovery medicine. Do you want us to deliver it to you?” After pondering for a moment, I said, “Mm, deliver it to Michael’s place.”