Into The Water Book 소설 & 이야기

“Baby, I’m not going to move. Ever.” I laughed and pulled on my shorts and one of his big T-shirts before heading toward the kitchen. All the lights were still off, which told me Khloe hadn’t returned yet. I grabbed a couple of waters from the fridge and raced back to his room. He was still in the same spot. On a whim, I opened one of the bottles and dribbled some of the water over his chest. His mouth opened, and his eyes popped open. “Holy shit! That’s cold.”

Then he looked at me as if trying to figure me out before gasping, “Oh! Your Azz’s kid!” “You know Azz!?” “Yeah! He’s my favorite customer! He talks about you all the time! You must be here to check out some books! My name is Mr. Bowman! Come with me!” He soon led me around the alley to the front of a huge library. ‘A library!? That means I might be able to do some research on how to get out of here!! I hit the jackpot!’ I thought. When we walked in, he asked, “So what are you looking for? Fiction? Non-fiction?”

SPLASH. Drenched in cold water he woke up coughing, panicking, and in pain. Benedict had looked around wildly, his senses barely functioning. “How long do you plan to sleep?” A silhouette of a man stood in front of him. He stepped forth into the light from the cracks of the tree branches. Benedict took a quick glance around him, not far from them in a clear field he saw an old cabin that for some reason a willow tree had sprouted from the inside and bloomed all the way outside its ceilings. It was as if the cabin was built to accommodate the tree itself. Ceberus grabbed his face, growling, he said.

I don’t take my eyes off the pool. “Kael,” she says quietly, “the book.” Damn it. The black leather book is still on the altar. The water in the pool rises by an inch. Not splashing. Not flooding. Just lifting. Like a thing standing up under a blanket. I make a choice. “Stay there.” I move fast, cross the platform, and yank the book up with the edge of my shirt wrapped around my hand. Heat shoots through the cloth anyway. Sharp. Mean. I swear and turn back.

Celeste (out loud, to the orchard, to the sea, to whatever gods are listening): “Come at me with your floods and your tridents, fish-dad. I’ve got family that’s 83% seawater and 100% done with your drama.” Dacia actually laughs this time (real, bright, proud). Dacia: *Keep that attitude. You’re going to need it.* The tide rises higher. Class is just getting started. And I’ve got a new cheat code: Turns out blood really is thicker than water… but it still knows how to swim. STEAM & SHADOW Book 4: The Mountains That Kneel

"What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" She wanted forgiveness? That word didn't exist in my vocabulary. The damage was done. Even after a wound healed, the scar it left behind never disappeared. So I said nothing. I got in the car and left. It wasn't until much later that I found out Celine drank herself into oblivion that night and jumped into the river. There was no one around to see it happen. Her body wasn't found until the next day, when it drifted into the city and was pulled from the water.

Before I lost consciousness, I saw his face—it was Calvin. Afraid that I would expose what had happened, they threw me off the bridge, staging it to look like I had taken my own life. Everyone believed I’d committed suicide under the pressure of public shame, but I knew the truth—it was murder. “How long has it been?” I asked. My mom’s eyes were filled with tears again. “It’s been two years already, sweetheart. You barely survived.” It was only then that I realized when my parents pulled me from the water, I was barely clinging to life. I had been submerged for too long, suffocating on the edge of death.

She fell into the water with a splash, her body disappearing beneath the surface. For a heartbeat, everything seemed to freeze. Then instinct kicked in. I dove toward her, my muscles burning as I swam with everything I had. The water was murky, making it hard to see, but I pushed through, driven by a singular focus: reaching her before it was too late.

She felt as if there was electricity rushing from his lips flowing to her hand so she suddenly pulled out her finger while staring at his face. "Water," his somewhat annoyed voice commands her. She almost slapped herself when she remembered that she hadn't given him water. It must be bitter with the medicine soaked in his mouth. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she frantically took the bottled water on top of a small table beside his bed and handed it to him. What is wrong with you, Yassi? Why are you doing so much mischief? He is not your husband in the world of comics but someone else. Reikel is just inside the book and not real while the person in front of you is real so get back to your sense. Sh

The water looked so refreshing and I couldn’t help myself wanting to take a swim in the summer heat today. Slowly, I walked into the water and dove down under its surface as I got to the deeper area. I never realized how peaceful it was under the water as it made every sound around me disappear and left my mind free of everything around me. When I came back to the surface, I could hear sounds of a wolf approaching and I quickly began to swim towards the waterfall and dove down under it like Beta Shawn showed me that first time we were together.