Sinjin Drowning Novels & Stories

I never imagined that someone like me, who always cared about how I looked, would die in such a wretched, hideous way. After the kidnappers brutally tortured me, they tossed me by the seaside, letting the freezing waves wash over my body again and again. Blood gushed from my wounds, staining the water around me. Sven Guerrero was completely consumed with Alina Leclair. He didn't spare a single thought about me. By the time I was brought to the hospital, all the blood had drained from my body, and my legs were shattered like those of a broken doll.

Bone cracked under his punch, then again when the knife sank deep. A third Fang stepped into the alley with a gun. Ashley froze. Jax didn’t. He hurled his knife, the blade sinking into the man’s throat before the gun could rise. She stumbled back, chest heaving, arm throbbing where it had been twisted. Jax stood in the middle of it all, blood dripping from his knife. He turned to her, and for a while, she froze. Because he didn’t look like her rescuer. He looked like death itself, wearing the cut of the Vipers.

"Time of death, 2:30PM'' The air in my lungs was gone, replaced by a suffocating emptiness, a vacuum of despair. My throat burned, a searing pain that mirrored the torment in my soul, but no sound escaped. Time of death, 2:30PM. Hayley had died at 2:30PM. My Hayley....Gone. I could only watch, a silent scream trapped inside me, a horror movie playing out in excruciating slow motion. This was not supposed to happen. This was....This can't be happening. This was a bad dream. Had to be. Wake up, Nico. You gotta wake up. One of the doctors, his face etched with a profound, weary sadness, walked out of the room and stood before us, his head bowed briefly.

] Tears welled up unexpectedly, and when I touched my cheek, my fingers came away wet. So, they had already made a vow like that long ago. No wonder he had jumped so decisively in our last life despite how fiercely he usually clung to survival. My heart finally shattered completely. I looked at the rapidly rising water, took a deep breath, and jumped in.

“Just do not go out any further, please. Don’t risk your life when you are just getting to live it.” “Sapphire, before you go, earlier you said ‘drown’, what does this word mean?” “To drown is to be submerged in water until you breath it in and die or almost die. It’s also used to described being suffocated by something, usually unpleasant.” “Sapphire, was I drowning in the darkness till you came?” “Yes, Evangeline. I believe you were drowning in your own darkness, even though you did not know it yet.” Sapphire’s voice was now full of sadness again. “I must sleep now. Please consider hiding and sleeping as well, we will both need our strength for the journey ahead.”

11 Jennifer It felt like I was drowning in the tsunami of pain as the folds of my body could feel nothing but aches every inch. I tried to fight the battle that my inner body gave me, providing me with the most hateful experience of my life. “Oh, God, make it stop or I’ll die,” I prayed internally and tried to find a way to get out of it. Yes, there must be an escape route. I had to look for the hasty gusts of wind or else, I would disappear in the darkness of this absorbable suffering.

"Uhm.... You're done?" I sat next to him. "Yeah. What are you doing?" "I'm trying to get through this level but I keep dying when I reach the red brick building. The zombies come out of nowhere." "There's a way to pass through that but I won't tell you." He looked at me incredulously. "Why not?" "Because I like to watch you suffer. Suffer some more until I'm satisfied and I'll show the way." "You're evil." I shrugged. "Take it or leave it."

They had but seconds to react, but they were too late. "Daddy!" She sobbed as the wood beneath her collapsed, the ocean reaching for her. "NO!" The boat exploded with light, and Ashlyn fell.

Couldn't sink. He jumped in. The water was cold. He opened his eyes, the salt stinging them red, and he saw her. A mermaid. Blue tail fin, skin lit with luminous markings, tangled in the rope and struggling. He recognized her. Not by her face. By the markings, exactly the same as the ones that had surfaced on her skin when she lay dying. He didn't say her name. He swam over, worked his fingers into the gap between the rope and her fin, and unwound it loop by loop. The rope was tight and had bitten in. His fingers were cut by the lines; blood diffused into the water, thinned quickly to a pale cloud.

Jade's POV The dawn didn't bring light; it brought a cold, grey smear across the limestone walls of the brownstone. I hadn't slept. I had spent the night in the third-floor command center, my eyes stinging from the blue light of the monitors as I traced Silas’s digital footprint back to a series of offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands. He was clean—too clean. A man who lived in the shadows for forty years usually left a trail of breadcrumbs; Silas left a void.