Off The Deep End Novels & Stories

God, I had no idea life could be so fun when I did not have to think about them. My partner called me and started an online meeting. Excited, they told me the project ended perfectly on their side. The path had been hard. Fortunately, the end was perfect. It did not get in the way of us making money. I had to ask, though. I wanted to know what happened after I dropped out of the project. My partner thought I was just being curious. "Nothing much. Claude Group's representative got fired because he made a big blunder. Ms. Claude treated him like he was the most important thing to her. I thought they had a fling. Guess not."

"Mr. Wayne, this is the repaired dashcam footage." Wayne took it and pressed play. Arden's broken voice came through the speaker. "Wayne… I've known for a long time that you could walk, but still, congratulations. And thank you for risking your life to save me five years ago. But this marriage you built out of lies, letting me live in fake happiness—it has to end. I don't blame you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you either. Goodbye, Wayne…" Her words were cut short by a deafening explosion.

We paused, suspended in the cool water, hearts racing. Mia walked past the sliding door, muttering in sleep, unaware of the chaos below. We exhaled silently, gripping each other, bodies pressed together. “I can't,” I whispered, voice trembling. “You can, I'll make sure of it,” he said. And with that, the water became our playground again. We were lost to each other, intoxicated by the risk, the proximity, and the hunger we’d barely contained moments ago. When we finally surfaced, the house was quiet again, except for the gentle lap of water and our ragged breaths. We clung to each other, dripping and trembling, eyes locked.

Tears that mixed with the river water dripped from my hair. I clutched the blanket, desperately trying to cover my stomach. My voice cracked. "William, no, it’s not like that–"

he called my name in a deep voice. I took a deep breath and quickly walked up to him. Then, I crouched down and met his eye level. I must have been incredibly nervous and timid. That was because I saw a tiny version of myself in his deep-set eyes, and even my lashes seemed to be fluttering. I secretly took a deep breath, plucking up my courage to raise my hand. Then, I held his hands, which were placed on the blanket. "Hello, Mr. Blackwell. I'm Leah Young," I said.

Her mouth formed a silent scream. I forced myself to keep chewing like my brain hadn’t just snagged on one sentence. They’re set to remain in Westbridge for the next few weeks. Great. Just what my life needed. More opportunities to accidentally become involved in famous person emergencies near decorative plants. The TV switched to footage of the concert, crowd shots, stage lights, Jace laughing into the mic. A caption read: NEON ATLAS WRAPS FINAL TOUR STOP - PRESS WEEK IN WESTBRIDGE. Final tour stop.

Chapter Fourteen Archer Jackson slips under the surface of the water and doesn’t come back up. Quinn screams, and I jump in, diving down and swimming across to grab Jackson. I hook my arm around him and push off the bottom of the pool. He’s thrashing, doing everything he can to get himself to the surface, and hits me in the face a few times. I bring him up out of the water, and Weston takes him from my arms, bringing him out of the pool.

and International, are announcing their corporations are being sold for two trillion dollars. July 19th, they'll celebrate the new owners in Deep Woods, Michigan. I rewind the program and stare at Tristan. He's not facing the camera, but I can spot him anywhere. Unable to move, I stare at his image on my screen. Snapping out of my trance, I cut off the television. Early the next day, I grab a coffee and a few items I need from the college and head to my client's home. We sit conversing for about forty minutes before I get very queasy. As soon as I enter her bathroom, I vomit.

Lucas glanced at me but didn't make a move. Wendy hesitated for a moment and then released her grip, looking somewhat embarrassed. The "Heart of the Ocean" ultimately ended up in my pocket. At the post-auction gathering, it seemed Wendy still couldn't fully grasp her position. She walked over gracefully and softly called out, “Director White.” I didn't even look at her, placing the blue diamond in a crimson velvet box. Seeing that I was ignoring her, Wendy forced a smile. She tilted the highball glass in her hand slightly.

The final word The fact that the dampness on his stomach required attention served as a wake-up call for him, prompting him to exclaim, "Holy sh*t." They had not employed any methods of birth control. He never went somewhere without a condom. Always. Even carried one with him in his wallet, which he had every intention of using. Because of the way Anna had gotten on top of him and dominated him, he'd completely lost track of who he was. After giving his jaw a good scrub, he made up his mind to have the talk that needed to take place.