Novel & Cerita Sink Me In The River At Dawn

I destroyed my own happiness and ruined your life, too. As he spoke with such sincerity, all I saw was a joke. I was unfazed. "Tracy, I'll make it right," he vowed. Alina was already dead. What was there left to make right? Later, I sat in the backseat of his car, watching as he floored the gas and crashed into a bridge pillar. Moments later, his soul slowly drifted from his body. And mine began to fade, too. When Sven opened his eyes and saw me, his face lit up with joy. He rushed toward me.

There was no one to blame but him. _________ Day 2 River woke up early that morning. She had cried almost the entire night. Her heart was still freshly wounded. She wanted to call Erica, but she never memorized her number, only her Father’s, and for important reasons. Hours passed. She stopped for gas and food and kept riding. She was in Nebraska, close to getting to the South Dakota state line. It was all beautiful. Except for the cornfields. She realized she would never want to see another corn field in a long time.

In my dream, I found myself back in my hometown. By the river, I swam alongside my best friend and another girl named Daisy Harton. I turned away for just a moment. When I turned back, my best friend was trembling on the riverbank, and the water's calm surface betrayed no trace that Daisy had ever been there. The police and parents arrived. Daisy's parents wept with gut-wrenching despair. My best friend explained, "She insisted on going to the deep water. I couldn't stop her, and then she sank."

We drove to the bar, and as we entered, the dazzling music and chattering voices filled the air. "Exclusive, please," Ledger requested. "Let's go, man. Cheer up," he said, hitting me on the chest as we moved into the exclusive bar. "See this stripper, man," Ledger pointed out as I sat down, observing the scene. My eyes locked onto her. Something about the way she rolled on the pole captivated me. Her eyes met mine; she bit her pink lips and winked at me. As I watched her graceful performance, I couldn't help but feel intrigued.

Two days later, Dante finally woke up early in the morning. He opened his eyes to see Camellia slumped over by his bedside, having fallen asleep from exhaustion. A pang of heartache flashed in his eyes as he watched her. He wanted to lift the blanket that had slipped off her shoulders to cover her properly. However, the small motion stirred Camellia awake. Seeing him conscious, her eyes immediately reddened with tears. "Dante, why are you so foolish? Why would you risk your life to save me?" she choked out. Dante struggled to lift his hand and brushed a tear from her cheek. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Because…"

They were referring to Sophia, yet Jack didn't correct them. I stood alone on the deck, letting the wind brush my face. Just then, Matthew Anderson walked over. "Are you here alone?" He took off his coat and draped it over my shoulders. A second later, we heard a scream. Somehow, Sophia had tumbled over the railing. Instinct took over, and I plunged in after her. The ice-cold water chilled me to my bones. Panicked, Sophia clung to me desperately, causing both of us to sink. Jack jumped in right then. Without hesitation, he pushed me away and pulled Sophia into his arms.

*River* The dawn breaks with a soft glow, casting warm hues across the sky as I stand on the porch, my heart racing with the anticipation of what lies ahead. The morning air is crisp, holding the scent of dew-kissed grass and the promise of a day filled with uncertainty. Kellan approaches, his expression is speaking of both determination and concern. He has been my right hand, my beta, and my best friend ever since I became the Alpha but today, more than ever, his loyalty feels like a lifeline.

When she is finally seated, Xio extracts blood from her. Dawn didn’t protest as Xio did, because when Xio came into her life, she then knew, -by the help of Xio- that she has an illness that needed to be cured and this process is just normal for them. When it finished she drowned in her sleep. Seconds later, Jasper came back, and found Dawn in a sleep, but he didn’t mind it, he carried Dawn and using his Vampire speed they went to the fairy witch residence. He laid her in one of the large branches, when they got inside. Before Dawn can wake up the fairy witch showed up, her name is Izolda.

Her last whisper echoed in my skull: “Free… brother.” I clawed at the seatbelt. Lungs burned. The neural blocker’s aftereffects left me weak, vision tunneling. Dante hung unconscious, blood clouding the water around his head. Rocco—still conscious—kicked the door open, bubbles exploding. He hauled Dante first, then me—strong arms dragging us through the shattered window into the freezing current. We broke surface downstream, gasping, coughing river water. Sirens wailed on the bridge above; searchlights swept the black surface. Mikhail’s chopper thumped overhead, rotor wash whipping the water into whitecaps. A spotlight pinned us—bright, merciless.

Then, I handed his own words back to him, word for word. “He once saved me,” I said. “You told me back then that one should repay in kind, didn’t you?” That was many years ago, even before I met Jake. I, reckless and fearless as a young girl, had jumped into the river before I fully knew how to swim and ended up almost drowning. If Luca hadn’t happened to ride by, I probably wouldn’t have survived. From that first meeting, I’d left him with the impression of me being unreliable. That was why he later made it his habit to educate me.