Sink Me In The River At Dawn Novels & Stories

“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.”

Alyssa holds hands and begins to sick soulfully: “When the heart is frozen, and your tears flow like the waterfalls in Alparo, when all seems lost and peace is yonder, oh! Daughter of the Ancient Alparo. Lift your hands to the sky, let your eyes glow, let your hands lead you to where the relief comes and power excels”. The entire room became windy, like a tornado. The books on the shelves begin to fall because the whole room is vibrating like an earthquake is about to happen.

Sunny is doing her usual routine, her face is serious as she skillfully strokes paint on the canvas. Linus felt his chest tightening. He wanted to call her, to embrace her, but he knew it was impossible. What he is seeing are only fragments of the past he cannot go back no matter how he wished to. The woman continued painting even though her hands are already shivering. Tears started streaming on her face until she fully breaks down. The paint brush eventually fell from her hands. She covered her face as she cries. “Sorry. I’m so sorry Linus, my moon…” He felt warm tears trickling down his cheeks. Sunny used to call Linus his moon. She said that the angel became her light when her life turne

His lips, his mouth, I felt like I was melting. I blushed in embarrassment at my thoughts and I spat into the sink before rinsing my mouth. Today was Saturday and I thought of what I would do today. I had an assignment that was due on Monday so, I decided to start working on it after breakfast. I also invited my best friends over so, I was excited for that.

Rain pelted down in sheets, blinding me as it streamed over my face. Damn it. Was I going to freeze to death out here before Angelo arrived? I lay sprawled in the mud, gasping for air. I fumbled in my pocket until my fingers closed around the phone. The screen lit up, showing it was midnight. Headlights cut through the curtain of rain. A black armored car stopped in front of me. The door opened, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped into the waterlogged earth. A tall figure slowly stepped toward me beneath the shelter of a black umbrella. I could only make out his jawline and a pair of tightly pressed lips.

The fighters drop their compound bows, scrambling up the muddy ridge to escape the rising, boiling river, while the three elders stumble over their own gold-trimmed robes, rolling into the muck like hogs. I step out of the river, my bare feet landing on the northern bank for the first time. The current behind me drops back into its bed, hissing and steaming against the stones. Voron is on his knees at the edge of the ridge, his silver-streaked cloak drenched in boiling mud, his hands shaking as he looks up at me. Diana is beside him, her head pressed flat against the wet earth, her submission complete and absolute. The leather-bound folder the elder held is floating down the black river, its

The morning dawned gray and cold, the sun struggling to break through the thick blanket of clouds hanging over the mountains. Wind howled against the cabin walls, rattling the windows in their frames and sending occasional gusts of snow across the glass. The storm had returned during the night, covering the landscape in a fresh layer of white. Chloe woke slowly. For several seconds, she didn't remember where she was. Then everything came rushing back. The warehouse. The fire. Arthur. Sloane.

But the next second, the steward stepped out from the shadows and blocked the door completely. Adrian threw his head back and laughed. "How naive you are. Did you think it was a coincidence that you walked through the princess's residence so smoothly and found me here? I've moved through this place like a fish in water. Did it never occur to you that I had help in the shadows? "Today, Gideon Frost and that annoying little thing are dead. Now you've thrown yourselves into my net. How perfect." Adrian bared his teeth and thrust forward. There was no trace of his usual weakness.

Up, up, up—until my face finally broke the surface of the river into the freezing night air. "Gasp...!" I choked, dragging cold air into my burning lungs, coughing violently as the rain lashed down on my face. Damian was right beside me, swimming effortlessly with one massive arm wrapped securely around my waist, keeping my head high above the dark water. Above us, the severed bridge was still raging with fire, dark plumes of smoke billowing into the stormy sky. Debris was floating everywhere, but down on the riverbank, hidden beneath the shadows of a deserted industrial pier, three black speedboats were already slicing through the water toward us, their engines purring quietly.

Jordan Ford lost a bet, and I was forced to remove my makeup in front of everyone. The whole crowd goaded me on while his friends laughed especially loudly. “Don’t be a buzzkill. Eira already did it. “Come on, Clara! You’re not chickening out, are you?” Three years prior, I had saved Jordan from a car accident. Glass shards cut my face and left a scar that could barely be concealed with makeup. “Go on, remove it.” Through the smoke, his gaze met mine with nothing but casual indifference. I dragged a makeup-removing wipe across my face, again and again, revealing the ugly scar. “It’s just makeup. Quit being so dramatic. “You killed my mother back then. That scar is just a light price