Into The Water Synopsis Novels & Stories

Taking in water into her lungs instead of air. Stumbling out of the alcove, she searched the moving bodies. “Nico,” his name was a whisper on her lips. “No!”

Tears that streamed down my face got carried away by the water in which I was... sinking. "I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I DIDN'T DO IT!!." I kept thinking to myself as I shut my eyes, wanting this horrible nightmare to end and wake up any moment. But that wasn't the case. My body kept slowly drifting down into the bottomless ocean of water. "Even nightmares aren't as horrible as my life."

She had to calm herself down before cautiously walking out to the kitchen for some water. She walked down the hallway, clang to the walls. She looked around in the dark, terrified of her own shadows. Her hands were still shaking when she filled her glass with water. She engulfed it to quench her thirst. It was a hot night, the clock said 12 A.M. She had only been asleep for an hour. She peeked through the kitchen window, her client had just returned. He was parking his motorbike on the driveway. His movement stimulated the motion sensor. John looked up and all around, acknowledging the lights, then he went inside.

“Oh, my... someone gets me out,” “Help....meeee,” she screamed with the less energy she got. Before she could realize what’s happening, the water level increased. It’s covered half of her body. It nearly killed her. Soon she will be submerged in the water fully. There’s less time left for the water to fill the whole box. Time is running. Nobody knows what happened to her except her. She knows who’s the reason behind her. Is she going to die alone? Her mind fixed that her sister can’t make it in time to save her. ‘I can’t die. Please, someone, save me,’ she thought to herself as the water fully drowned her. EVANS CRUISE

They were bringing the water. "Oh God, this cannot be happening," Cynthia murmured to herself in a whispered tone. "This is something I am used to seeing in the movies. I can't believe it's happening to me. What do they want from me?" She was yet to face what was before her but wanted it to be over as soon as possible. She could tell they were already so close, she could feel his or her presence at the moment. She kept thinking to herself. "Why would they do that? In one moment, a splash of cold water descended in her, she drank a mouthful and some hot into her nose making her cough hysterically.

And as he turned to take a look at who it was, a young lady popped up, bursting out of the water, starling the third prince. May Edwards who had just bursted out of the spring vomited out the water she had subconsciously swallowed and gasped in relief that she made it out alive. When her body sank into the river, she had thought that was the end of her, she had thought she was going to die but luckily she didn't, she was still alive. "I am alive!" She exclaimed joyfully. Although, her body still felt heavy as though she was wearing many layers of clothing but she really did not care, the fact that she survived. . . . She miraculously survived!

With one strong push, I went into the water, drenching my entire body. Gasps were heard all throughout the garden as I resurfaced in the water. It was a good thing she had pushed me into the shallow part. Otherwise, I might have drowned. And I didn’t know if the people in here would save me. In their eyes, I was their greatest enemy. The one who ruined the perfect love story of Evander Cassiel Astor and Heather Elodi Maison. I sighed. Sarah was right. Even their names matched each other. I turned around to look at Evan once more, and he was still there, frozen in his original spot.

The water was ankle-deep by the time Savannah’s breath caught in her throat; knee-deep within moments. She caught Colton’s arm, fingers digging into the wet fabric of his sleeve. His other hand clamped around hers without question, his grip the only thing tethering her to the moment. Their steps were uneven, ragged—every movement slowed by the drag of the water. Somewhere deep beneath them, things were dying. Not people—at least not yet—but the secrets that had lived down there. Thousands of them, built into the marrow of this place. She felt their pull as she ran—like a tide of ghosts clawing for the surface, begging her to hear them before they drowned forever.

I knew for sure I was going to drown if there was no flash of miracle. What was I even thinking? Swim to town… I went down again, then came up trying to keep my stride alive. Stream water was a hydro-oxygen sodium chloride. I just kept on struggling, somewhere from a distance, I could hear Papa's voice saying “Keep on struggling son, it’s not over” his comforting words trying to erase my misery. He always had words to motivate a drained spirit. I just kept on striding though I knew that it was of no use. I went deep again my eyed closed as enveloped my ears. I gasped for breadth but caught none in return, by body shivering in response to the cold water, my eyes were becoming hazy, probably d

The impact was so strong I could feel my neck crack as it got jerked back. 7. Winning the state soccer championship with a club I met in Rio... The window started cracking from the pressure of the water outside of the car as we were sinking towards the bottom. 8. Attending a concert with Rachel... I took a deep breath as the water started to swarm me, my clothes were drenched. 9. Completing lab projects after school with Leander... I went to the little air pocket that was left, to take another breath 10. Realizing there was no escape from the situation and being okay with it.