Off The Deep End Novels & Stories

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.

I was on my own. The End

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.

it's a start of something big. THE END.

"Good." The End

_The End_ *eZymSeXy_05*