Sink Me In The River At Dawn Novels & Stories

Trent I woke up with my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth. I stared up at the ceiling, my eyes squinting as I struggled to focus on anything. I blinked several times before realizing I wasn’t in my bed. It wasn’t my ceiling, and it was definitely not my mattress. I slowly turned my head, not wanting to make any sudden movements. “Oh shit,” I groaned, realizing I was in Sade’s bed. The night came flooding back. There had been a lot of tequila.

I need to run out of here, but before I can move, my legs slip against a rock and I fall into the deep river. “Save me,” I mutter, finally letting a tear slip down my cheek, my body makes a heavy thud as I fall into the water, water clouds around my eyes as I sink and the next thing I know, everything goes dark.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure I would be able to survive. What did I do wrong? Why didn’t Alpha Castillo feel what I felt? Or did he feel it—and just chose to ignore its sensation and reject me? Was I that easy to cast aside? So many thoughts rampaged through my head --- *At dusk –( The Riverbank) By nightfall, I finally found the river. It seemed a bit frozen in some places, but I could feel the water from beneath the ice. I knelt beside it, my reflection looked different, and I didn't seem like me anymore that I barely recognized myself.

I DID wake up early today; it’s just that I have nothing to do but sulk and ended up falling asleep. I took a quick shower. My mind wandered as the cold water rinsed the soap and suds off my skin along with all my grogginess. I couldn’t help but think about all the schoolwork I missed because of my suspension. It’s part of the school rules that missed activities during suspensions automatically receive a failing score.

Her limbs felt heavy and useless as she sunk deeper and deeper into the river. The darkness in her vision thickened. And then— “SOREN!” The shout cut faintly through the water. Footsteps pounded against earth and then in a flash, another body entered the river. A shadow descended toward her. Damien. Even in her fading consciousness, she recognized the shape of him. His hand closed around her arm, his grip was firm. He pulled her against his chest and kicked hard toward the surface. Suddenly air hit her skin as they broke through. Damien didn’t slow. He dragged her to shore and hauled both of them onto the bank.

I surfaced, gasping, coughing, searching. Elena. Mamá. Marco. They were gone. The fragments were gone. The pier was empty, frost melting into the boards. Only the hook remained, pulling me down. I dove. The river was black, thick as oil, lightless. My hands found nothing. No bodies. No debris. Just the hook, colder now, sharper, dragging me deeper. My lungs burned. Vision tunneled. Pressure crushed my ears. Then I saw it. A light. Red.

"This can't be happening! No!" Victor stood frozen by the steps. He stared at the blood trails, his eyes empty. "It was me... I pushed her..." he repeated blankly. "I rammed into Sera just to save Chloe..." A private medical examiner crouched next to my body, coldly inspecting the wounds. "Cause of death: a penetrating chest wound. The metal finial pierced her lung and caused massive internal bleeding. She drowned in her own blood."He peeled back my eyelids."Judging by the lividity and rigor, she's been dead for at least three hours."

Holding on I wait for him to slow down He doesn't. Screaming with my eyes closed as we go over the edge, I don't see the river beneath us until I am up to my neck in it. Gasping for breath, my arms and legs wrapped up in the horses' reins, I bob up and down, the water taking me under. So this is how I die. Some fool minstrel drowns me in a river while escaping from the city guard. I guess it could be worse. Taking one last gasp of air, I feel myself sinking. Giving up, I let myself sink, praying that it will be a quick end.

The nearer I got to her, the higher the water rose— it was now on my neck. “I want to go with you.” The rush of the water that once parted finally closed and my mother disappeared. I struggled to stay afloat from the big splashes of the waterfalls, my body slowly sank. Wolves started to appear and waited on the banks of the river. The sky turned dark and the full moon revealed itself. The light of the moon illuminated the waterfalls and I gazed away from its bright light. In unison, the wolves stood up and faced the moon. They howled. A last breath of air escaped my lips as I drowned.

My boyfriend, Nolan Reed, was in the running for head coach of the national open-water swimming team, and he was a sports streamer with eight million followers. On a trip to Santa Catalina Island, he said he'd use a livestream to help me conquer my fear of deep water. The second the camera went live, Leah Morgan, the friend I trusted most, shoved me from behind. An icy wave swept over my head. I struggled toward Nolan and reached for him, but he took half a step back, dodging my hand. "Don't pull her out yet. It takes real fear to unlock someone's full potential." Leah thrust the gimbal and ring light so close they nearly touched my eyes as they rolled back. "Ivy, bigger reactions. We just b