Open Water Novels & Stories

Their eyes met in the hazy mirror, the steam clouding around them as they faced each other. Quill stepped under the stream of water, and Hawk joined him. They stood close but didn't touch. Hawk watched Quill's hands move over his skin, tracing shapes in the steam, his movements slow, contemplative, like he was trying to feel something deeper beneath the surface. Hawk reached out, tracing his own path across Quill's arm, feeling a connection that spoke louder than anything he could say. They didn't need to talk right now. As the water cascaded over them, they began tracing patterns, small, familiar motions, the kind that had been beaten out of them over the years. The kind that made the two m

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.

Devrim offered. "Ugh, leave me alone and stop trying to fix everything!" Aurora was beyond frustrated. Running ahead again, she came over the next hill and froze. Ahead of them lay a huge shimmering lake smooth as glass that shone a deep green. Had it not been for the shoreline to define its borders, Aurora might have thought it was solid. But the waves that lapped along the edges of the sandy beach confirmed that it was indeed undulating water. It was so large that a sea would be a better description, although the water was not salty. The two humans forgot their quarrel as they stared. "What is this place?" Devrim wondered aloud. Scanning the water, his eyes found no sign of life, but anyth

I opened the door and stepped out into the downpour. The wind off the river was vicious, carrying the bitter scent of low-tide salt and diesel fuel. At the end of the concrete pier, the sixty-foot sleek, matte-black hull of the executive transport cutter was visible, its twin diesel engines already churning the dark water into a white, frothing foam as it strained against its heavy nylon mooring lines. And there, standing on the slick concrete of the boarding ramp, was Vance.

Nothing ever works. I roll onto my back, letting the robe fall open, the air hitting my bare thighs, my stomach, the damp heat between my legs. I'm not even wearing anything underneath—I never do, not when I'm staying here, not when I know he's just down the hall. It's stupid. It's pathetic. It's the only thing that makes me feel less like I'm going to crawl out of my own skin.

The infinity pool overlooked the endless ocean, its water warm and perfectly still under the afternoon sun. Sophia floated on her back, her rounded pregnant belly rising above the surface like an offering. Warm milk leaked steadily from her heavy breasts, creating tiny white clouds that drifted in the crystal water. Aurora swam between her thighs, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the underside of her belly before dipping lower.

The water looked impossibly clear, partly white in the center while it faded to a more deep blue theme at the edges. It was beautiful. Peaceful. Zoriven stopped at the edge, giving me space. “The water stays warm year-round. It’s said to ease pain and help the body heal faster. You can sit on the rocks if you want. Or… if you feel ready, I’ll stay right here with you.” I stared at the water, biting my bottom lip. “I’ve never learned how to swim. What if I sink?” “I won’t let that happen,” he said quietly. “I’ll be right beside you the whole time. Trust me?”

"It's not a Collector. It's something structural. The thin spot is widening around it like a wound stretching open." Jack pushed the transport to maximum velocity. The Atlantic Ocean below was wrong. The convergence point had tripled in size, a vast disc of mirror-smooth dead water that now stretched for fifty miles in every direction. Steam rose where the dead water met the living ocean, and the boundary line was migrating outward.

The open air was more pleasant than the stuffy cabin, and now the sun was setting it was safer, the beasts that lurked beneath the ship often ventured off, diving deep below the surface in search of prey. Sometimes, if one looked over, bloody scales and blubber floated idly on the surface. "What happened?" He pressed, feeling like a rapt schoolboy. "You obviously found stuff." "Aye," Nathaniel sighed, looking up to the clouds that billowed over the darkening sky. "All too much, I suppose." 1745

Barack promised Kwame Residence Jessica lay down on her bed, she can recall the shriek from the sea, the thought of what other kind of sea monsters could be out there in the water. while she was in deep thought the picture of Nai appeared in his German form, he was swimming towards her as two other were holding unto her leg. Nai was diving in with a spear to his hand, she muffled in the water with great strict break lose. she opened her from fear. it was a dream, she thought.