It's Like The Tide Always Falling And Rising Novels & Stories

“He’s the son of the man who was like a father to me which makes him synonymous to my brother. How can I marry my own—” She puts up a hand, halting my words. “After much heat and pressure, graphite begins to resemble diamond but no matter how much the graphite shines; it can never be diamond. In the same way, because you were sorted out of rags and sewn into the masterpiece you think you are now, that doesn’t mean you should forget your place. “My son took . . .” She pauses, staring at me intently now, “What word should I use? Ah han, pity. My son took pity on you. That does not make you his daughter in any way.”

LILA’S POV “You are what we are becoming.” The words didn’t echo. They settled. Deep. Final. Like something inside me had already accepted them before I could fight back. “No…” I whispered, but it sounded distant even to my own ears. Because I could feel it. That pull. Not violent. Not forceful. But inevitable. Like standing in the ocean and realizing the tide had already decided where you would go. Nathan slammed against the invisible barrier again, his voice breaking through the noise in my head. “LILA! FIGHT IT!”

The view that had once felt like an escape now seemed like a cruel reflection of her inner chaos. The endless waves mirrored the storm in her mind, their rhythmic ebb and flow mimicking the battle between her conflicting emotions. The waves, relentless and indifferent, crashed against the shore, and with each surge, she felt her heart tighten further. How could something so beautiful—so serene—stand in stark contrast to the tempest raging inside her?

They didn’t say anything. They didn’t need to. They had fallen. They had broken. They had rebuilt. And now—they were still falling.

Everyday that I see the sun rise is torture to my soul. Every morning that I wake up without Don by my side, tears my heart into a million pieces. I don’t know where life ends and where death starts. They’ve both become the same to me. It has made me prisoner in this dark perilous place called my mind. I sit by the window every night and wait for a dawn that never breaks, but that even is too much to ask. This is my own hell. This is my own home.

Adam I stood transfixed to the ground like I was electrocuted. I'm really shocked by that expectation. I was shocked that I had to stare at the girl in complete shock. I could feel a different sparkle of shock run down my spine. I'm still in a great dilemma, I find it hard to believe that she just fell down for the sky. I couldn't fathom how she fell down from the sky. I stood still, staring at her with complete shock. This is really more than my imagination. I couldn't believe this. I stood with my legs, wobbling in fear.

It sought out what it needed, and Thane was more than eager to give it to me. It felt like nothing else. Bringing me further and further to a dropoff. I teetered on the edge of a knife, unsure which way I would fall. The hand in my mouth joined the other, tightening around the headboard. A sob broke from my chest. Then everything crashed around me. An ocean wave knocked me into the tide, pulling me under. Throwing me against the unforgiving sea until I felt dizzy and breathless. Then, like a sudden storm, it stopped, calming into gentle lapping against the sand on the beach.

The sweet peeping sound of birds seems, by all accounts, to be the most charming. The splendid, delightful light of the sun moves quickly over the world as I open the entryway. I feel perfect, the sun is sparkling. The air smells similarly as wonderful as a local Grill. I know it is going to be a decent day. I keep on strolling yet at a sluggish speed. It's such a delightful day out that I need to notice and take in all that nature brings to the table for the afternoon. The sun is feeling astonishing as a warm cover on a chilly day, I keep on hearing the water of the wellspring falling once more into the stream it emerged from.

THAT'S SO ASSETIFYING," I said as I shook my head vehemently. "Seriously? How is that assetifying, which I doubt is even actual word." "Yes, it a word. Babe implies that I'm a prize, something that can be owned or won by someone," I replied matter-of-factly. "I really hate that word but I loathe baby even more."

All I could do was let one last terrified scream as my body plunged deep into the vast waters. Pain… That was all I could feel from the electricity burning through my body, to the water drowning me and filling up my lungs. My life force was dissipating bit by bit as the waves drifted me aimlessly. All I could do was extend my hands upwards trying to hold on to life as the water pulled downwards. “Save me.” I lifelessly whispered and pleaded to God.