He Let Me Drown Novels & Stories

My body crashed through vines and tangled roots before colliding with water—cold, furious water that consumed me like a monster. The torrent roared, draining the air from my lungs and the thoughts out of my mind. My limbs flailed uselessly, dragged by the torrent, and smashed against stone and rubble. The cold was intense, a cruel grasp drawing me into its depths. As my fingertips sank beneath the surface, I thought, "This is it." Let it end here. Let the moon forget me. Let White be free. Let the pain dissolve. Darkness clawed at my mind. My body floated, weightless. The world blurred into silence. I surrendered.

I don’t like seeing him like this. I want to tell him not to be. That it’s okay. That he’ll be okay. He has to be. I want to say something, anything, but my body won’t move. My lips don’t part. My voice is gone. All I can do is look at him, fight to hold onto his face for one more heartbeat, even as the darkness pulls harder at me. It’s heavy. Endless. Cold. I’m drowning in it now, my fight slipping through my fingers. My eyes close against my will, and Alexei’s face fades into the dark. The abyss swallows me whole, and this time, there’s no warmth waiting.

AVA It had been days since we returned from that cursed vacation. The villa was supposed to be a retreat, a place to unwind and reconnect, but it had nearly been our end. I could still feel the icy water swallowing me, the terror of sinking deeper, my lungs screaming for air. Every night, I jolted awake, heart pounding, the drowning feeling pulling me back into that nightmare. And every night, Liam was there—his arms strong around me, his voice a soothing lull, whispering, “I’ve got you. You’re safe. We’re safe.”

I did. Straight into the sea. He sinks like a stone in water, swallowed by the waves. His breath comes out in gurgles. The tides blanket his screams. I bite the inside of my cheeks. I won’t laugh. Won’t free him. Now he’s calling me Daddy, Hunter, fuck—husband. Anything to secure his life. Yeah, it won’t work. I recall a verse from Delta Rae’s ‘Bottom of the River ': ‘Before you lift him, let him drown alive.’ And vile thoughts kindle in my head. Thirty more seconds, Bunny.

I sat on the swing next to him and I looked at my phone before turning off the music. "How was your day?" I asked as I took off my headsets and packed it in the pocket of my coat together with my phone. "What do you want?" "I want to know how your day went." "If I tell you how it went, will you leave?" I hummed. "It depends on my satisfaction." "My day was shit," he answered, keeping his eyes down. "Some annoying assholes came to recruit members for their club in my class. One of them kept trying to get me to join but I have no interest in clubs. Especially those where we have to interact too much."

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.

“Once I take it, get out.” In my haze, I thought I heard the bathroom water running again.

His voice was low as he spoke. "When I'm done with you, you won't even remember your own name, mutt," I screamed as I felt the heat of his magic burning against my own. Then, suddenly, I couldn't scream anymore as I was plunged into cold waters. As I gasped for air, my lungs filled with water. Everything burned, and I was thrashing against the current that had pulled me under. I was drowning, and I couldn't do anything to save myself. Sirens swam below me, singing. Their voices were a dream as they sang their songs, trying to lull me into a haze of submission. The way their scales shined in the moonlight was so alluring. The burning seemed to fade away as I focused on their music.

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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.