Long Time No Sea Novels & Stories

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

Tessa kept refreshing my results page, muttering to herself the whole time. "No way. This must be a system glitch!" The principal and a few reporters came over, staring straight at my score screen. My score was blank. Below it was a line in bold: "Total score: You are ranked in the top 50. Please check back on the 27th for more details." Everyone in the room was stunned. Even the comments section froze for several seconds before it exploded again.

No one in Navarino could go head-to-head with the Fontana family now. Once everything was settled, Cesare immediately bought a plane ticket to Ressonia, heading straight to the place where I was. By then, I'd already spent over a year in Ressonia. When I first came to this foreign country, I couldn't find a job and had to live off my savings. But I was utterly captivated by Ressonia's snow-capped mountains. I decided to give up looking for work in the city of Damarn. Instead, I built myself a luxurious log cabin halfway up the mountain.

"I asked the guards to return to the Gonzales estate. They’re on their way back now." Marcus was surprised. "Why? What about you? Will you return with them? Where are you?" "The next road leads to a sea. Not a river. A full damn sea. And luckily we came across only one traveler boat. But a seat reserved for one person to cross. It’ll take three days. Three days, Marcus, I learnt boat passes the sea twice in a year. I’m indeed lucky to come across the boat ." His voice dropped, eerie and haunted. "We didn’t meet a single soul along the road. Just... animals. Insects. Like the place was abandoned by time."

The Sicily’s sun rose as it always did, shining over the garden of the Corleone family’s mansion and over the swing… now overgrown with wildflowers, covering the blood Lisa once spilled there. As if nothing ever happened. As if no one ever lived here, loved here, died here. Only the sea breeze remembers. It remembers a woman in a white dress, who died before she could say “I do.” It remembers a man named Ron Corleone, who spent the rest of his life regretting not having said “I love you” sooner. The dead had no memories. There was only eternal silence.

BOOMMM! "His aura is increasing again," said the blue whale, looking at Long Chen who was in the water bubble he had created. How long had Long Chen been here? The time difference between the outside world and the bottomless sea made it seem longer, which was why Long Chen didn't realize he had been there for so long.

The North Sea was a violent churn of slate-gray water and freezing spray. Somewhere beneath the crashing waves, the base of the Aethel-7 Rig groaned—a decommissioned relic of the Thorne Energy era that had officially been declared a "marine hazard" five years ago. "Thirty seconds to the drop-zone, kid. Try not to puke on the upholstery; this stealth-skiff cost more than your tuition," Isabella said, her voice crackling through Leo’s earpiece.

He said while silently laughing and kissed me on my forehead. "So sweet! Oh my gosh! Can't you feel it guys? The ants are biting us!" My stylist said and we just laughed, I slowly leaned into Enrique's chest. "Are you tired?" He asked. "No." I answered and hugged him. One hour.... Two hours... Three hours... I woke up. "Quen, where are we?" I asked because we are in a super dark place.

I can see the sea from here. Wow, I haven't been to the sea yet, it's been a long time since I've been to the sea. "Are you crazy! That means we're going to take a long time--" "Why don't you want us to stay longer Ken? Don't you want us to be married for 3 years?" "Gaga! I mean it'll take a while in here." When he said that, I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought so. "Ahahaha that's it." I'm embarrassed for that.

“Alright, sir. I’ll book the ticket now. In two hours’ time, kindly go to the airport to get it checked. The necessary preparations would have been done. You will only to get it inked and that’s all.” “Two hours? That’s a very long time. I don’t want to spend thirty minutes here.” Sebastian cried out, wondering what would make the tickets take such long time. “Sir, that’s the minimum time I can get it done. Maldives is a great distance to Greece, so our connections there are not that bright. They are bleak. So, you will have to bear the time like that, sir.” “Alright. No problem then. Thank you. I’ll set a timer for that. Do not let it exceed that two hours. I can’t spend any other minute on