He Let Me Drown Novels & Stories

Every beautiful moment is now poisoned. My phone on the tub edge lit up again and again, Mordred’s name flashing like a strobe. I ignored it until the screen finally dimmed. The crying turned to hiccups, then to exhaustion. My head spun and the room tilted. The water felt heavier, deeper, like it was multiplying, rising past my chin and my mouth. I was too tired to lift my arms, too tired to care, I just let myself drown into it. Black crept in at the edges of my vision.

The whole scene was a frenzy of blood and violence, almost like living hell. I drifted above it all, staring down at the madness unfolding below. I wanted to stop them, but there was nothing I could do. Derek looked nothing like a king. He held my body and stared past everything else, as though none of it reached him. A few days ago, he stood above it all, sure the world wouldn't end. But now, it was ending. He held me in his arms, consumed by grief. "Charlotte… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…"

Nothing but the storm swirling in his irises. I feel myself starting to drown, sinking deeper and deeper into those grey depths, pulled under by a current I have absolutely no hope of fighting. And if someone doesn't save me right now, I'm going to fucking drown in them completely.

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

I continuously try to stay awake but I'm struggling so in the end I succumb and drift into sleep. I can't breathe. I feel like I'm drowning. I try to scream for help but no words come out of my mouth. I'm fading but he won't let go, he's still holding me under and I decide to give up. Before I can give him the satisfaction of dying I'm pulled out the water and I feel him caressing my hair. "It's the beginning of the end. Hold my hand, I won't let you call, I shall keep you safe always." He kisses my forehead and disappears before my eyes.....

His eyes, wide and panicked in the gloom, reflected primal terror. “Let go?” The thought was absurd. Letting go meant he might surface. He might escape. He might still get to Lila. Never. My grip tightened, fueled by a surge of adrenaline that burned through the cold. I locked my legs around his thrashing form, anchoring myself to him, my only thought was to drag him down, to keep him submerged, to end him. Water flooded my mouth as I gritted my teeth against the pain of his blows. The world narrowed to the desperate struggle in the freezing, lightless void, the frantic thrashing of limbs, the silent screams trapped in our lungs. I could feel his strength waning, his movements becoming more

Killing him with my bare claws would be too good for him; I wanted his lungs to be slowly filled up with water until he could no longer breathe. "Drown him," I walked away. "You promise you won't kill me!" he cried as they lowered him down. "I am not killing you; it's the tank of water," I smirked as I walked away. He screamed on his way down; his scream was like listening to a heavy metal song. Sweet music to my ears.

Letta didn't know if this was really Marco's way of ending her life, when she didn't want to struggle anymore in there. Letta allowed her body to slowly sink. Her ringing ears enabled her to hear someone calling her name, and at that moment, Letta felt her body being lifted. On the other hand, Marco gazed sharply at Letta, as if he didn't want to make an effort to make her swim. Marco didn't know what he was feeling at that moment. Was he anxious seeing Letta about to drown, when her hands were no longer moving in there?

The silence returned, heavy and suffocating. I was drowning. And the only hand that could pull me out had just let go.

He had his reading glasses perched on his nose and was scrolling through his newsfeed on F******k. "And teenagers are widely known to go against orders sometimes". He continued, this time fully engrossed in his phone. "Oh honey! I know but it is not that". Hannie cried out and mistakenly spilled the water on the floor while taking the kettle off the sink. "It is about, you know? The curse". She whispered this time, crossed over the spilled water and placed the kettle on the cooker. "Have you forgotten that he is not supposed to keep late nights immediately he turns fourteen? And he has been keeping to the instructions all these while not until he turned fifteen lately. She added almost at th