Hooked And Sinkered Novels & Stories

She stood still like a statue. Bodies still swayed, music still blared, the adoring whispers mingled around corners as the numbing guilt crawled up her body like a disease, baring her of any and every sensation as she realised she stood in deep waters, too deep to find her way back, too dense to ever let her sink, in peace.

As he glanced at the message that had interrupted his day, his heart raced as the words glared back at him in bold, unsettling letters: ~SINK IT~ A chill crept up the man's spine, and his mind raced as the implications of those two words echoed ominously in the confined space. The man’s eyes moistened for a brief moment; he knew he had signed up for the job, but now that the time had come, he wished for a second chance where he wouldn't take the job, but it was too late because him pulling out means the massacre of his entire family.

The safehouse was quiet except for the faint hum of rain against the roof, steady and relentless like the heartbeat of a world that refused to die. Justina sat cross-legged on the cold floor, the encrypted drive before her. The small silver device gleamed under a flickering bulb, its edges scorched from the explosion. Carson watched her from across the room, his back against the wall, one hand absently rubbing the scar along his wrist. the reminder of how close they’d come to losing everything.

It was now or never. I lunged and plunged the knife deeply into the person's side. He didn't stand a chance. With all my strength, I dug it in further, not letting go until I heard a guggle. With a muffled groan, he went down. I waited some seconds before I bent and removed the knife from inside him, cleaned it on his body and walked over him.

The pier seemed to loom before us as Erin said, "I never would've figured it out that you've played me like a fiddle if it weren't for Dean. Cassandra, I have to admit. You're a good actress. Too bad you fell into my hands. Dean is going to make you suffer." There was a boat docked at the pier. All we had to do was walk down the long gangway to board it. Despair and resentment rose within me as I saw the boat's propellers churning the water. I never expected to be dragged into the abyss, even after all my meticulous planning. We switched to several different boats along the way. As we made our journey to the final boat, it was going so fast that one of the two burly men and Erin both got sea

The rain hadn’t stopped. It followed them out of the city, a constant gray hum against the windows as Kovoc’s black car sliced through the highway. Kimberly sat beside him, her heart a mess of disbelief and dread. Her brother was alive. The same brother whose debt had sold her into Kovoc’s hands. “Where is he?” she asked quietly, eyes on the blur of lights outside. Kovoc’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “A warehouse near the docks. My men found him two days ago. He was supposed to be dead, Kimberly.”

Elegance is the appropriate term. “I used a bucket.” Correct. The raider at the front groaned. Carol said, “Face down.” He put his face down. Maya lowered the megaphone and gestured to Sam. He released the second rope. The service door opened fully, revealing the man in the sump: muddy, bruised, alive, and radiating the exhausted misery of someone who had just learned the building had opinions. “Climb out,” Maya said. “Slowly.” He climbed out slowly.

The crowd petered off around four pm, the father and son duo had not yet been able to get the second thing hooked up. They were slowly starting to tire, and loose hope. Cynthia stopped them after James nearly drowned when his anchor rope somehow got tangled up with the chain, which in turn, got tangled up in a crevice somewhere below them. He could not go up, or down. Joe had gotten him untangled just in time, but still the boy was rushed to shore spluttering and vomiting muddy water.

He pushed the door and entered inside. “Chris.” He called but no one responded, “Chris where are you?” His heart is thumping hard as he walked towards the living room. He loudly gasped, he saw Chris on the floor covered in blood along with another body, also drowning in its own blood. Kurt saw the man who claims to be Chris’ cousin at one side, grinning at him.

" I was clinging to the jagged rocks below the cliff-face. Barely alive. I could see what was left of the flaming ship on the horizon. My first love, sinking to the bottom of the ocean and taking too many poor souls with her. A Captain would never abandon his crew, I should have gone down with them. I had been distracted, the wind was calling to me. I could see the cliff line in the distance and was entranced by the sweetest sound to ever reach my ears. My trance was cut short by the first blast, which threw me from the deck into the depths below. Amongst the chaos of flame, cracking timber and cries for help... I could still hear it. So, I swam in the only direction that made sense, toward