Like A Tidal Wave Novels & Stories

Mike was the type young man I know would suit my crown husband that was why I was always intentional about it. I know it sounded desperate, and uncalled for about my weird actions because we were still in secondary school chasing our dreams and finding a great paths for ourselves. But, I believe love waves, so it could waves to any ages, situation, time, hours, circumstances to feel that feeling and realize something, or someone is yours. I was just blushing as he speak. I felt really alright. My body that was quivering, calmed down as I calmly listen to his magical voice spoke. It was an unimaginable auditory images one could ever get right.

"Wait are the waves going to get bigger and shit?" Reed looked over, "Well technically we're on top of most of the waves so it shouldn't effect us," but the fact we were on top of massive waves was enough to send me into panic mode clutching the side of the boat, whatever I could get my hands on. Stupid storm, why now? Wasn't it that the tide would go in, that mean it was more water and less land and cue more panic. "We're going to die," "Violet just breathe,"

I realized it would only take one rogue wave to thrust us against the cliffs instead of safely guiding us to the wooden dock. Suddenly, a massive wave materialized, propelling itself toward us as if summoned by some unseen force. I watched its approach in slow motion, a swell of blue and white rolling across the water. We lurched away from the oncoming wall of water, our instincts kicking in just before it slammed into the boat.

like a tidal wave, at first just shallowly covering the insteps of the feet, then spreading over the knees, gradually rising to the chest, and at the end of the day it is no longer too late to submerge the person completely. Now, for example, Evelyn looked at her with a tidal wave of eyes, followed by a soft plea as she moved closer to her: "I feel a little cold ...... Can you hold my hand, Celia?" * "You seem to be in a good mood." "Is ...... because you made a new friend?"

Desperation drove me toward higher ground, clinging to the faint hope of rescue. However, luck wasn’t on my side. Out of nowhere, a massive wave slammed into me, sweeping me off my feet. I crashed into the sea, the icy water flooding my mouth and throat with its salty sting, leaving me gasping for breath. “Don’t freak out. Just stay calm...” I repeated to myself, clawing for control. I tried to swim away from the jagged rocks, but my belly slammed into one, its sharp edge slicing through me like a knife.

It was not a wave but a tide. The whole ocean decided to move in one direction, not violently, not dramatically, but with the total irreversible commitment of something massive that has made up its mind. It fills every space in my body simultaneously. My hands pressed harder into the ground. The pine needles under my palms felt sharp,real and present. The rain on my back felt like something clarifying rather than cold. It was white.

I raised my arms, and the shadows of the entire Crimson Desert rose up like a tidal wave, a mile high and ten miles wide. "Then let's see how well your ship swims in the dark."

hit. A massive, violet pulse rippled across the surface of the ocean, moving with the speed of a tidal wave. It didn't move the water; it moved the meaning of the water. For a split second, everyone on the beach felt Leo’s final thought—a searing, localized burst of agony and bone-deep exhaustion—before it vanished into the depths. The Conflict of the Living

They broke the thermocline, the water turning from black to a murky, sunlit green. "Hold on!" The Ark breached the surface like a god rising from the grave. A massive tidal wave, fifty feet high, rolled away from the hull, sending the smaller Republic ships tossing like toys in a bathtub. Aradaa and Kaelor didn't wait for the stabilization. They climbed out of the liquid bridge and onto the exterior deck, the fresh sea air hitting their lungs like a drug.

For their fifth wedding anniversary, Xavier Parker gave Riley Quinn a gift: he forced 999 bottles of hard liquor down her throat. "Xavier, I really can't drink anymore..." Riley begged, her voice hoarse. He let out a cold laugh and leaned over her. "Your parents loved drinking so much they drove drunk and killed my entire family. You're their daughter. You must love drinking just as much." "I'm sorry." Riley's eyes reddened with despair. She had apologized countless times, so often that the words had become second nature. "But my parents already died to atone for that accident. Isn't that... enough?"