He Let Me Drown Novels & Stories

he said to himself while he fixed his contract. Drowned in the Sea of Flames was about a man who dominated the league in swimming international tournaments but accidentally drowned his opponent while practicing in the pool late at night before the tournament begins because it frightened him he would easily overthrow him. After killing an innocent person, the man was so terrified that he fled the crime scene immediately.

It feels like the first breath after drowning. I don’t look back. Not once.

"I will not let the darkness take you." I step towards the pool. The water starts to move. I took in a breath. I close my eyes and let myself fall in.

Yes, I even remember joking to him about saving him from getting drowned when he was being reluctant about getting into the water. His voice shakes me out of my thoughts as I look at him. "It's because of another particular nightmare that I get... In that I see myself drowning in a sea. The sea which is sickeningly black, Cole." His breathing falters in apprehension as he narrates. "I couldn't move or do anything in it. I feel getting choked while being engulfed by the dark water. I find myself drowning in the darkness of my life, Cole." He admits truthfully and I just stare at him.

“Then you’ll burn nonetheless.” In the next second, I couldn’t breathe anymore. My head remained forcefully submerged, eyes burning as the water got into my lungs. I tried to fight against his grip, but Dante wouldn’t budge. His hold was tight as iron, carrying every intent of putting me through hell. Was he saying something? I could barely make it out. It hurt so much, and water was already winding up my nose, making it hard to breathe. I couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear or focus on anything but the fact that I was being drowned. Dante meant to kill me.

Xander I flipped off the TV and walked outside. I had my swim trunks on and was ready to dive into my pool. I had gone down to the beach earlier, but it was packed. I couldn’t wait until school picked up and some of the tourists drifted away. I dove in headfirst, the cool water washing over me. I swam a few laps before drifting to the edge of the pool and holding on. I waited to see if I heard the sound again. My brain could be playing tricks on me.

The waters reached with icy tendrils to wrap around her ankles, dragging her back with each step she tried to take. Torrents of water seeped through her shoes and socks, the extra weight too much for Ashlyn's aching legs. Collapsing against the railing, Ashlyn leaned over and peered into the dark depths below. The water tumbled and turned in an enchanting dance that fed on her fear. Trapped in its black stare, only images of what laid below found her heart, fear's kiss dressed in decadent waves of white and grey. Choking and gasping, Ashlyn stumbled back, her hands resting on her knees, forced back from the edge by the images that had danced in her head.

After I closed the door, I collapsed to the floor and broke down in tears. Having cried my heart out, I curled up on the cold tiles, trembling with sobs. The last notes of my broken cries faded into the silence. It was as if my entire heart had been ripped apart and left bleeding. At that moment, I couldn't see a future ahead of me. All I felt was the weight of suffocation. Gabriel didn't leave. His voice, choked with emotion, came through the door. "Please don't cry… It hurts me to see you like this."

She winced but forced her smile to remain. She did as instructed. “Apologizes. Please go through the letters.” I did that, hoping it would get her out of my space faster. But as I read the content. Waves of confusion, shock, and anger hit me at once. The letters were written by Eira, and they were addressed to Dawnthron. In the letters, they were discussing the best ways to get rid of Draven and me, Eira promised to use poison on us, and downthrown was putting her through what she must do.

Letting it all wash over me in waves as I drown myself in the drink. This is the least I deserve.