Love Drowns In The Lake Novels & Stories

Their fingertips touched, but Liv was pulled away from her. The sheer numbers of frogs carried the smaller girl into the lake. Amelia threw herself into the lake, diving, coming up, looking around hysterically and diving again. Damonq dove straight down into the water from above, right over the spot Liv had disappeared. He could see the girl being dragged, her little body thrashing as thousands of frogs of all shapes forced her body toward the floor of the lake.

I will not yield. I will not drown. Because I feel, deep in the marrow of my soul, that this lake is where it all began–and where it will end. I put on the mask. It only takes a few seconds for my power to merge with its own. Ancient voices whisper, falling over one another to be heard. I take one last look at my mate. I drink him in, every line, every curve, every angle–and then I step off the dock. The only light comes from my mask. The moonstone glistens a deep crimson in the lake water, melding with the inky blackness as I let myself drift deeper, and deeper, until the pressure is enough to pull the air from my lungs.

"Let me hold you a little longer. This has to be a dream…" I reached for the empty bottle by his side and smashed it hard against his head. He went limp, though not a drop of blood was shed. I glanced down at the muddy stains on my clothes in distaste. Without sparing him another glance, I set the flowers I had brought for my parents at their graves and left. … Kathleen welcomed me just as warmly as before. "Guess what? Lucia had a miscarriage and was sent to a mental asylum!" "What did you just say?" I never imagined Raphael could be so ruthless.

When my eyes burned dry, I finally let them shut slowly. Back in the car, I ordered the driver in a cold voice, “Michael must never know about today.”

Even so, I can’t help but walk closer to the edge of the lake. “It’s huge.” I say, crouching down at the bank, staring into the depth of the water “It’s also called the weeping lover’s lake.” Zen says standing at my side “How so?” I look up at him “Isn’t it obvious, scholar?” Lukas says from a bit away, where he and Andrea stand by the horses as they drink the water. He points to the gates of the fortieth district visible from here. “The district of heartbreak is right in front of us.”

implored Larissa, making pearls fill this cave. Lake covers the woman's face in front of him, wiping away the ever-flowing tears with his two thumbs. Their eyes looked back at each other, and Lake kissed Larissa's two licks that were growing up because the woman kept crying. And then they looked back, and one of Lake's big hands wiped out Larissa's black hair. "Give me some time. I promise to take you, if I have confidence that the city is safe for you," now Lake is begging.

The once tranquil blue lake, a sacred symbol of purity and serenity, transformed into a swirling abyss of blood, its surface burning with fiery tongues of flame. Dax's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the horrifying spectacle. The scent of smoke filled the air, and the crackling of flames echoed across the landscape. The very essence of the lake seemed tainted, a manifestation of the turmoil that had engulfed his pack. With every step closer to the burning lake, a sense of urgency gripped Dax's heart. He knew that the challenges awaiting him upon his return would be more formidable than ever, and the fate of his pack hung in the balance.

Renee had imagined countless scenarios, even considering that Annie might try to blame her for a miscarriage, painting her as the villain. But she hadn't expected Annie to push her straight into the icy waters of the lake. The Grey family's man-made lake was deep, and in an instant, Renee was submerged in the bone-chilling water. She struggled, reaching for help, but the freezing water rushed into her mouth, silencing her cries. Just as she began to believe this was the end, she heard Annie's panicked shouts.

I fixed my eyes on the most beautiful lotus flower of them all, and I reached to it with my right arm. ‘What are you doing,’ Eve shouted in my head. ‘It’s dangerous, Dahlly! Don’t reach for it!’ I ignored Eva’s pleas. I reached for it even further, tipping the center of my body forward. ‘Good bye, Eva!... Good bye, Tristan,’ I mumbled in my head as I felt myself going forward, half-way into tumbling through the cold water of the manmade lake. I closed my eyes as a reflex. I didn’t want to die with my eyes open, so this must be better.

"Get. Out. Of. Them." Leo hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. He was still the same shy boy who had kissed me in the grass six years ago, even if he had grown a backbone. He slowly peeled off the soaked sweater, his movements stiff and mechanical. He stood there in a thin, white undershirt that clung to his lean frame, his skin pale and glistening with cold. I stripped off my own gear, tossing my damp shirt aside. I didn't care about the cold. I only cared about the way Leo was looking{ at me, his eyes scanning the muscles of my chest and the tattoo on my ribs . I could see the heat rising in his cheeks, a faint pink that had nothing to do with the wind.