Sinjin Drowning Novels & Stories

For a moment, Jin felt one of his hands blindly, weakly pawing all over on his side, on the floor that was becoming stained quickly with blood… his blood. “Now, it would never have one of our own,” he heard Sir Hans Bathory saying above him, his voice shaking with what seemed to be remorse and trepidation at once, “That demon would never ever have you, who bear the blood of Sans…” Jin can vaguely feel a familiar, cold darkness creeping and licking at the frayed edges of his vision now even as he watches the pool of his own blood spreading over the floor, coloring his already blurring sight with the glaring sickly red that was his blood but no Princess Aria can save him from his death now, th

Jonathan was trembling mess right now. The sweat drops mixing with the tears and the trembling hands and feet. It was the worst image of strong Jonathan Kyle, that maybe no one knew. Jonathan felt like his breathing was about to stop and he was seeing the younger long gone under water. He finally collected every ounce of power left in him and with his frozen body jumped under the water. As he jumped, he felt the dark drops appearing infront of his eyes. He jerked his head a little and saw Aiden drowning at the bottom of the pool. He went there and held Aiden's arm with all his power and pulled him while swimming toward the upper side.

Silent to Clement instead, he closed his eyes and sighed. "Does that mean your friend is going to die?" Confirmation of Ynaria. "We don't have time to talk about this and Chris' past. The water is already on our waists, we need to get the corpses up!" Clement's note. "What's that?" Dylan said suddenly. "Someone grabbed my foot." This is another reason why it sinks and acts like drowning. Ynaria, Clement, Trist and Paul were alert. Concerned, they approached Dylan's direction and helped him get up, which was now soaked in blood.

I was drowning in it. Somewhere, beyond the suffocating horror, I knew I wasn’t alone. The others—Jin, Kai, Lyn, Soren—they were all trapped in their own battles. Jin was on his knees, his body shaking from a mental imagery. His usual sharp focus was gone, his dark eyes filled with nothing but stark devastation. Kai was paralyzed, his hands clenched into fists. His breath was heavy, his body rigid as though he were trapped in a nightmare he couldn’t escape.

Looked around through the murky darkness. There. Two shapes below him. Both sinking. Grace and Sophia. Aiden kicked down. Hard. Fighting against his body's instinct to surface and breathe. His lungs already hurt. Already begging for air. But he went deeper. Reached Grace first. Grabbed her arm. Pulled her close. She wasn't moving. Eyes closed. Completely limp. Sophia was further down. Deeper. Sinking faster into the darkness. Aiden's chest was burning. He had maybe ten seconds before he had to surface or drown himself.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

The vow escaped my lips, tinged with conviction as I closed my eyes. As darkness enveloped me, I felt the sensation of drowning, a force pushing me down into frigid depths, suppressing my escape. Voices echoed my name, growing louder. ‘Happy birthday, Sia.’ my father’s voice called from the surface. I fought against the weight, striving to reach him, but the grip around my ankle was relentless. ‘Dad!’ I choked, bubbles escaping my mouth as water rushed in. Desperately, I struggled against the invisible hold, but it only tightened. The familiar voice faded, replaced by a gunshot that jolted me with fear. I tried to scream, but my voice was stifled, submerged beneath the surface. Suddenly, the

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

"It's fine. I feel much better now." He didn't pull away. The two of them stood there, leaning against each other. As if suddenly remembering something, Wren hastily asked, "Zach, where's Sierra? She's nowhere to be seen. I must've scared her when I fainted. I need to apologize to her!" Apologize? Her façade made me sick. I was already dead. How on earth was she going to apologize to me? The collision between the crashing waves and the yacht tore my body apart, and even the sea creatures had been drawn by the scent of blood, feasting on my remains.

But she would be that selfish. Also explains why she didn’t shift and try to fight back. She also reeks of at least two males and their cheap cologne. “Welcome to the Flying Death Nina,” I say, as Missile steps back, reaches into his jeans and lights up a joint. When he passes it, I take a hit. She sits up, but Klunk’s wolf sits close and doesn’t let her stand. “The… Flying… You’re in the Flying Death,” she mumbles, her eyes wide.