He Let Me Drown Novels & Stories

I looked at Dustin White disappearing before me with despair. His soulmate, Celine Hoffman, had her hands around his neck as he carried her off. I could briefly hear her saying in a pitiful tone, "Dustin, I'm fine. Your wife said she's pregnant, you should go back and save her." I could feel my flesh start melting little by little. The bubbling lava in the lake swallowed me gradually. I could not help but wail due to the extreme pain. "It's so painful. Please save me… "

Let it be irreversible. Let this end.

"Mr. Cross, we've been divorced for a long time." He crouched down, clutching his head, sobbing quietly. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry." A bitter laugh escaped me. I bent slightly, whispering into his ear, "You should be grateful. No one knows whether Ella's alive or dead in that prison. But you? You're still breathing." Adrian flinched and scrambled backward. "Selene, you cruel witch." I lifted my eyes to the sky and asked softly, almost to myself, "Have you ever seen my medical report?"

I drop the knife on the counter and make my way to the Bathroom, if I wanted to stay alive to find Derek then I shouldn't do something so stupid like bleeding out on the kitchen floor. After I had filled the bathtub, I lay down in it and push my head downward until my whole body is submerged in the water. I hold my breath for a minute before I get carried away. It true that when you are closer to death, your life flashes before your eyes. I recall everything Derek had written in the letter, word for word, comma by comma. Every bit of it played in my head like a painful memory that I could never get over. Who knew that you can shed tears even when drowning.

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.

He closed his eyes to calmed himself but as soon as he closed his eyes RK's silhouette appeared in front of him, it put his gun on his forehead and said "You dare to mess with us!" And then it pressed the trigger and then... "Bang!" Kevin opened his eyes, he started breathing heavily. He soaked in cold sweats. He put back his clothes and towel and closed the cupboard. He said to himself "I'm not stupid enough to go to my own death." He laid back on his bed, took a sheet, and covered himself completely from head to toe. He had already switched off the fan, he was completely sweated out but now he didn't care. Within 10 minutes he again drowned in his sleep.

I steadied my emotions, waited a few seconds, then finally spoke. "I had a dream. In that dream, you wanted to marry Barclay so badly that you begged me to steal your papers from your mom. But after the wedding, you weren't happy. You blamed everything on me, saying that I didn't stop you from getting married." Monica's brows tightened, and her eyes drifted away. "A-and then what happened?" I looked straight at her, my voice terrifyingly calm. "Then you stabbed me to death." The moment I finished, her eyes widened. "That's impossible! I killed Howard! Not you!"

"If you die, I'll see the Gaskells buried with you." She lifted her head, a thin, mocking smile on her pale face. "What will it take for you to let me go?" "Say you love me." "In your dreams!" Daniel stared at Freya, then smiled. It sent a chill down her spine. He released her and turned to Mark. "Contact every major outlet now." Mark hesitated. "Mr. Falkner, you mean—" "Livestream my wedding to Freya," Daniel said, each word clipped and distinct.

"Control your son!" Then I turned to the doctor. "My daughter has acute leukemia. She's had a high fever and a nonstop nosebleed. Please—you have to save her." Oliver had fallen flat on the floor after I pushed him. He was gasping and crying. Mark panicked, scooped him up, and started patting his back. "Ryan!" Mark shouted. "Oliver has asthma—you know that!" Jessica looked furious too. She stepped in front of the gurney, blocking it coldly, and stared at me.

he was trapped in a memory, and for the first time since we had met again, I was the only one who could pull him out. I leaned in close to him, my voice a whisper that only he could hear. "I've got you," I murmured. "Just breathe." Callum glanced at me, his blue eyes wide and haunted. For a split second, the mask was gone completely, and I saw the terrified fifteen year old boy who had frozen in the water while I sank. I realized then that we were more alike than I had ever wanted to admit. We were both survivors of the same monster, bound together by a trauma that no amount of hate or sex could ever fully erase.