Long Time No Sea Novels & Stories

11 HOURS 52 MINUTES REMAINING Above the ocean, the world was already starting to shake. But deep beneath the sea… The next storm was coming.

It was Dylan who was controlling all this! Dylan's lips with a mocking smile, "You can not leave the sea even if you manage to escape from the crystal flower room. I have placed a constraint spell on the sea for over 10000 years. Anyone who stays in the sea for more than one hour will never be able to leave the sea. You have become a part of this sea. Even if you run to the shore, the waves will drag you back."

“I’m just telling you that between the two of us, you need more rest because you’re not used to travelling to distant kingdoms.” “How long will it take for us to cross the Sea of Gliss?” I asked. “Since we’re headed for Middle Earth, it will only take a month to travel,” she smiled. She explained, “If you have spare time in between naps, you should see the Sea of Gliss. You’ll find many wonderful creatures. Friendly ones, to be specific.” “Of course, Mother. I will enjoy this trip as much as I can,” I nodded.

“Why is there a will? I thought your parents have all your properties accounted for since.” “That’s what we all thought. Including the Jones. There is this big island for both families. This island is said to have lots of minerals, you see.” “That’s nice. Just strike an arrangement with Clarabel. Have the wedding, get the island and go your separate ways.” Noah banged the table. “I wish it was that easy. There is a condition.” “What condition?” “Kids. Five years marriage with kids before we can access the island.” “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” “Y'all grandparents are fucked in the head, no disrespect.” Noah said raising his hands high.

How had a small, seventeen-year-old girl wiggled her way into my life in the short span of two weeks? Panic set in when I realized we'd only film for another two months, and then I'd be out of Seaside. I glanced back at the trailer. Something told me that wasn't going to happen, and that Seaside was going to claim one more from Hollywood. Huh, maybe there was something in the water. *** "Spaghetti." I stared down at the plate later that night. "You cooked for us?" Zane was currently shirtless, sporting a pink apron with cupcakes splattered all over it.

Erica nibbled on a piece of toast, staring vacantly at the horizon. No one spoke. Lance hung over the rails, feeling green. Jack gave him some motion sickness tablets, but they don’t seem to have the desired effect on him. His wife Claire watched him dispassionately. Alexander sighed. They have only been at sea for three days, but already it felt too long. Every minute that goes by, the hope of finding Chase and Christine alive seemed to slip away. He could see it on all of their faces. But no one would voice their concern. They kept it to themselves like an awful secret.

I said very seriously. Orson gently patted my shoulder and said, "As long as you live well, that's the best return for us. After this parting, I don't know when we can meet again. Take care of yourself and remember to take the medicine I prepared for you on time. Also, I've already talked to the captain and crew on the ship, they won't make things difficult for you. But the journey at sea is long. It will take more than two months." "It's okay, I've already endured the tough days, this is nothing. Well, the time is almost up, I'll go on the ship first," I said.

Ellie laughed and tilted her head to the side. "How long were you at sea before you washed to shore?" Marcus looked at Ellie, a small measure of amusement shining through before he replied. "You aren't as dumb as you look, are you?" He shifted on his seat before he glanced at Rand briefly. "How long was that werewolf at sea?" Rand shot Marcus a nasty glare before he shook his head. "Long enough to convince the sea to spit him back," Rand replied, shifting on his seat with a roll of his eyes.

"The Marseille team leaves in three days. Sofia and I are going to Long Island to breathe and sort the supply list. Coming?" Sofia, my best friend and the Rossi family's sharpest accountant, heard the story and said, "Come. Dress pretty. Let the trash stink by itself." That afternoon, we went to the Long Island coast. No casino, no family table, no Lucas and Vivian. Only sea wind, a lighthouse, lobster rolls, clam chowder, and a bonfire where Sofia made me laugh until the ache in my chest loosened. Noah took photos and let Sofia boss him around with a patient smile.

"Chris! I've been standing here for two hours!" I looked at her and remembered the night I'd spent waiting outside her apartment. The freezing hallway. The locked door. The building manager staring at me. "Only two hours." Olivia flinched as if I'd slapped her. Her lips trembled. "Are you punishing me for what I did?" I placed the umbrella at her feet. "No. I'm showing you how much I was hurting back then." Then I turned and walked into the rain. Her voice followed me. "Chris, Ethan has left the country, and Daniel has been fired. I got rid of both of them!"