Off The Deep End Novels & Stories

I dropped my towel on a lounge chair and dived right in, hoping the water would cool the bulge in my shorts. She looked around curiously, setting down her things. She went to the edge and gracefully dipped just her toe in to check the temperature. I wiped the water out of my eyes and teased her, “What’s the matter? Don’t you know how to swim?” I’m pretty sure she rolled her eyes at me before she moved to the deep end. She stretched on the edge for a moment before she made a strong and graceful dive into the water. She surfaced halfway across the pool and started doing a slow, lazy side stroke.

You survived, but Millie will never come back! "Is the ocean cold? Felicity, stay here forever and atone for your sins with her!" As he finished speaking, he burst into a manic laugh, chilling in the night air where only the waves crashed. And in the next moment, he pressed me down into the ocean with all his might. No matter how I thrashed, I couldn't break free. As my consciousness faded, I felt myself being thrown into the water, left to be swallowed by the waves. I began to sink, deeper and deeper.

As Drew pulls me closer and kisses me softly under the faint shimmer of lights, I can’t help but think… How could a man so sweet have been hiding beneath the surface all this time? THE END

Their lecherous, ugly faces were only inches away. "Now!" I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument. After a brief pause, the system responded in a panicked rush, "I'm so sorry, Seraphine! Emergency Disengagement initiating immediately!" Not even the system could bear to watch such an inhumane scene. A flash cut across my vision, and I was pulled back into a dark space. The discomfort in my body vanished instantly. In front of me, a massive screen hung like a cinema display, projecting everything that was happening on the other side.

I said, and I knew she understood the meaning behind those four words. " Whatever , get off my phone, Camilla." I cringe at the mention of my middle name. " Touché Vicki, touché." Her laughter was the last thing I heard before I finally hung up. I dropped my phone on the dresser beside my bed, and I was pulled into the wonderland of dreams.

I will have to find a way to get out of the warehouse along with John, leaving Adriano and his men inside. "Tomorrow I will make you suffer. This is the 'beginning of the end' for you Adriano." I inhaled. ~~ end of flashback. The downpour stopped, leaving me and John completely drenched in rain. I cannot believe that we are still alive. We both dragged ourselves as far as possible, from the warehouse, towards the main huge iron door, because walking was impossible with broken bones of the feet and then I took a deep breath and finally removed the necklace from around my neck.

-And you won't go out at night. -No, mother, I promise I'll take care of myself. -It's okay... -I'll be fine, really, nothing bad will happen to me. -I don't know why I keep feeling this way, but I'm going to trust that you'll be fine. -I don't understand why you're so afraid if nothing ever happened to me. -No, but you're of age now and you haven't had sex, that's something the gods like. -Mom, calm down, we've never seen one. -It's true, I'm calming down.

I assumed he would be hurt and maybe he would also scream at me and stop talking for days but eventually I knew he would understand because Adrian was a good merman. I kept swimming for a good thirty-minutes until I realized I’d strayed into a much deeper end. The part of the ocean where no mermaid swam into.I panicked. I’d heard a lot of stories about the deep-end, about how mer-folk disappeared down there, eaten by a large species of fish or something more sinister. The horror stories of the deep end were infamous. In school we used to do dares and see if anyone could swim until the deep end and swim back but no one dared to do it.

The caption read: *Whatever is going on between Whitfield and Reyes it is winning them games. The eyes emoji at the end. Forty thousand likes. I put my phone face down on my nightstand. I stared at my ceiling. Forty thousand. I picked my phone back up. I looked at the photo again. I looked at it for a long time, the two of us in the end zone with the stadium noise implicit in the frame, the way I had moved through forty thousand people to get to him first without deciding to. I put the phone face down again. I stared at the ceiling. I thought about what forty thousand people thought they were seeing. I thought about whether they were wrong.

“But come on, Mr Moore! admit it. You are secretly relieved to see them fade away." Deep leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a playful smirk. "Alright, I'll confess. It's nice not having to deal with constant reminders of that horrible ordeal. I know some memories will never go away, but it always good not to be conspicuously reminded of thing like that always." Their banter filled the room with warmth, their shared laughter a testament to the ease of their companionship. Gia's teasing brought a lightness to the moment, adding a touch of levity to Deep's return to the routine of office life.