Sink Me In The River At Dawn นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His authority and death tone that everyone shouldn’t rub against. “Here you go, Boss.” Quickly lending the keys, he immediately took it and walks towards the parking area. Away from his subordinates and for the entire night. He put the key into the ignition and started the motorbike. The engine roars and he immediately took the road. Fair enough, he took his mask and felt the air on his face and skin. Having that momentarily freedom from the burden of his two lives. He then stops the bike near the bridge where his only memory comes from. The necklace dangles from his neck and the memory of the promise is knocking inside his mind.

Looks like they have a date this afternoon. My back leaned against the seat. The tears I'd been holding back with all my might finally fell. I covered my face. Damn, I can't cry for that trash. Even though I believed that many times, the tears kept flowing. Double damn! The glorious summer afternoon turned into a stormy summer. This was the most miserable summer in my 24 years of life. The ringtone of a phone caught my attention. Between my fingers, I peeked at the person in front of me. His broad back was wrapped in a navy suit. He ruffled his hair for a moment, then picked up the phone.

“You’re welcome for not letting you drown, *darling*.” “You pushed me into the river!” “And you *floated*. Miracle of miracles.” Ace leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the room like a wolf tolerating puppies. Dawson tossed him a beer, condensation slithering down the glass. “To not die,” he said, raising his own bottle. Esther snorted from the kitchenette, stirring a pot of something that smelled suspiciously edible. “Lower your standards, Sky. We’ve only survived *this* hour.”

Tang Li pinched her adorable cheeks. "In fact, when one drowns in the depths of an ocean, they will not be able to see the surface. The feeling that would dominate their mind would be desperation, they would be desperate to breathe. At that moment, even if they are given a thin thread, they would be willing to grab it, in hope that they would be able to go to the surface," she murmured with a distant expression on her face. In fact, she believed it when Ethan said that she would cause trouble if she went after Mo Yuhan. It was evident by the way he was trying to ignore her. And she still did not have much idea about all these, so it was better for her to stay away for now.

It was the weirdest sensation she had ever beheld during her whole existence. She knew that she was awake but she didn’t believe that she had actually been asleep. She slowly opened up her eyes to find that she was and naked in a beautifully decorated master bedroom. An uneasy cold tingle shot threw her neck, something was very wrong, she didn’t live alone. Last she checked, she’d just gotten engaged and had found herself implanted within a very successful career path. No! This was something else, she sat up in the bed, pushed the covers off her body and gazed out the massive twin windows that this bedroom sported. She tried to think of what she last remembered doing before she had awoken he

His eyes were still on the road even as he began to play their favorite song by the popular Nigerian singer, Tuface. "You are my African, The girl of my dreams... " They had a Benin gate man, Timothy whom Kamsi had seen on one occasion squatting to urinate. It was none of her business but she could help gossiping to her husband about it and they laughed over it. The gateman was also afraid of fowls or maybe he felt pity for them. On one occasion he was asked to kill a fowl, his hands kept shaking while he struggled to slit the throat.

POV: Calista Rivers The river docks were a dark maze of rotten wood and rusty iron. The midnight was like thousands of tiny needles poking into my face. The gray fog was rolling thick and heavy off the East River, smelling of salt and engine grease. It hid the yellow glow of the Manhattan skyscrapers across the water, but it also hid us from the Enforcer guards standing on the high toll plaza above. I stood behind a stack of rusted oil drums, my body shivering violently under my dark coat.

I would make sure they spent the rest of their days tormented, never at ease. … In the days that followed, I lived a peaceful and steady life abroad. A year later, I returned home to visit my parents' graves. It was raining heavily the day I went to the cemetery. Gabriel was sprawled in front of their tombstones, reeking of alcohol, looking utterly broken and defeated. Not even the downpour drenching him to the bone could rouse him. I walked over with my umbrella and crouched beside him. I stared at his emaciated body, certain he had brought this on himself.

MIRA I watch the river swallow him whole. I’m helpless. For a heartbeat, I stand there paralyzed, shaking, breath trapped somewhere between my ribs and throat. Dark spirals move on the surface of the river, already pulling Adrian away. Is he alive? Is he dead? I don’t know. I only know he’s injured. Then I move. I don’t think, don’t care that the water looks like the mouth of something ancient and hungry. I just jump. The cold slaps like a punishment. Like a thousand knives carving straight into my bones.

Hence this beach has lost its popularity, and now it merely serves as a fishing port anymore. Coming here in hopes of seeing the vaquita wasn't the main reason why I always come to this place. The truth is that whenever I'm here, I feel like I am the only alive person in the entire world. It feels like I'm in an apocalyptic setting, where monsters dominate every inch of the planet, and I am the protagonist whom the author wants to keep alive until the end of the story. Thinking that way, as I look at the dark ocean beyond me, makes me feel like I'm important in the midst of chaos. From that illusion, I could feel a sense of worth, contrary to what reality gives me. For, in reality, I was jus