Drowning Sorrows Novels & Stories

Just one more drop in the drowning. My heart was slowing. My body was giving in. And somewhere in the stillness, I stopped resisting. My legs drifted, limp. My wrists floated behind me, skin blistered, swollen, broken. Blood painted the water red around me like an offering. I closed my eyes. If this was death… let it be soft. Let the cold numb everything. Let the darkness swallow the pain. I had no one left to cry for me. No one to mourn me. No one who would even say my name once I was gone.

he voiced out calmly, squeezing me tightly. Tears streamed down my face like a relentless rain, each drops a tangible manifestation of the sorrow that gripped my heart. I wept with a depth of emotion that shook my very being, My eyes, red and puffy from the deluge of tears, felt like they were burning with a fire that couldn't be quenched. My nose was stuffy, and my throat constricted as if the grief itself was choking me. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, with no lifeline to cling to. The weight of my sorrow was crushing me, pressing down on me like a physical force that I couldn't escape.

Looking at Jemima with bored eyes, I said, "Let's go." As I drove to the car, Dawn's voice echoed through my head, while all the serious melodies escaped to haunt me. "Oh, Dawn; my princess," whispered Kewe after the tears flowed freely from her eyes. For an instant, it was as though pain paralyzed her whole body; she breathed because of sheer breathlessness. She felt claimed by the claw of death with a blow into her heart, which paralyzed her body into immobility and panic. It was simply as if she were drowning in a sea of sorrow, without any line to come as awareness struck that her daughter was missing.

"I will cover us both with the water soon. I want you to try to breath in it. Get to familiarize yourself with it. The water is not used to you, as you had been away from it for a very long time. You might struggle with the breathing, but one thing is certain, it will not kill you. Sirens cannot die from drowning." Luciana nodded. She knew that it was going to be a painful experience, having to drown for long and not die. She had experienced drowning before, when Evelyn had tried to kill her, and she knew that it wasn't an experience that anyone would look forward to. But she was more than ready to take the pain. After all, she was very good at bearing physical pains. Suddenly Lorissa brough

I was left alone again, floating there in the world of darkness, wearing the red invisible scars on my body, from the memories that fucking Hansel left behind. I hate that man. I was 6 feet under the crash of the waves. I felt like I was drowning, being pulled under the waves. Except this sea isn't really made from water, it's made of hopelessness, and despair. No matter how fast I swam...the dark flood always pulled me back under. Maybe it is Jerald… he was drowning me, killing me...and he didn't even know it. I suddenly felt a pair of strong arms pulling me towards the surface, my face broke through the waves as I sucked in a breath of air.

“I feel everything, you hurt, I hurt worse, who wants to fight me.” Caiden steps forward. “I’ll—” “No,” I say. “He’s a child.” “I’m Father’s grief,” Sorrow says. “I was born when Mother cried, I end when everyone else does.” He touches the ground. Every wolf in the circle gasps. Their grief, all of it, mothers, mates, lost years, hits at once. Draven drops to one knee. Mercy screams. I fall, memories of the witch pit, of my brother dying, of selling myself at 18.

He also wanted to take his mind off his growing guilt, so he eventually gave in. They made their way down the riverbank, noticing that things looked more and more celebratory the further they walked. White banners were lining the railings on both sides of the river, and a crowd of locals had gathered to watch, chatting excitedly among themselves. "Who's getting married today? What a grand display!" "It's the heir to Lund Group! I heard he's marrying his former mentor's granddaughter!" "Oh my goodness—the groom has arrived! He's so good-looking!" Declan followed the crowd's gaze and saw the groom standing at the front of the boat. It was Hugo. He couldn't help but muse about it being such an

I thought about how I could not swim well enough to save myself in the deep end, especially wearing this heavy uniform. I hit the water hard. This wasn't some nasty Kdrama. I was actually drowning and there was nobody coming to save me. Regardless of the fact that I knew this particular room was soundproof, I still managed to cry for help, hoping some miracle would happen. "Help!" I choked out, my eyes burning from the chlorine. Pathetic. Just when I thought I was finally getting the air I deserved…. Was this how I was going to really die? Ah, I hate whomever the culprit is. I hate Ace. I hate Drew. I hate everybody who contributed to my terrible fate.

He felt like his heart was bleeding upon seeing the tears of his beloved sorrow that was filled with sorrows. Sadness clouded Kaleid's features and his eyes welled up with his brows drawn together, pursing his lips as he murmured softly. “What happened to you, my lady?” His voice was as soft as a feather, yet it wasn't heard by his beloved woman, who was unconscious, drowned by her sorrows, that she refused to wake up.

Something in my voice must have convinced him. Moments later, glass touched the counter. I didn’t wait. I grabbed it and poured the liquor straight into my mouth. The burn was instant. Fire down my throat. Heat exploding in my chest. For a split second, I welcomed the pain. But it didn’t work. It didn’t erase anything. Because grief doesn’t drown. It floats. “My little girl is gone…” I whispered. The words slipped out broken, slurred by alcohol and sorrow. Tears streamed again.