Still Water Runs Deep Novels & Stories

Wayne's POV Questions were popping in by the beautiful journalist, she is beautiful with long brown hair that cascades beneath her back, she has pink lips that give a perfect description of her beauty. She is light-skinned as she possesses a captivating brown-muddy eye. With her innocent smile exposing she asked me a question, I tried restraining my anger “of course a secret is a secret” I replied, I knew this show was a set up to disrupt the plan between I and the Manson oil company.

Almost, but not quite. I lay there in the tub a while longer, letting my body fully relax. But the longer I stay there, the more I start to get lost in my thoughts. Eventually, I pull myself out of the tub. I grab the drain and release it, letting the water torpedo down the drain. My legs are weak. The water is cooling over my skin as I stand there with both hands on the curve of the tub’s side, breathing heavily through an open mouth.

This thought repulses me. Time passes slowly while the sound of sex is heard loud and clear. No one comes to her aid, to focused on hiding, running away or claiming a mate. And then silence settles. It seems he is done and hopefully he does not see my treehouse. I wait, listening for any sounds before I move.

She had so much to consider, so much to weigh. But one thing was certain: her life would never be the same again.

My whole body goes still the way prey goes still, betting everything on stillness being the same thing as invisible. The pipes groan somewhere behind the wall, that low mechanical sigh of water finding its way back to wherever water goes when it's finished being useful, and I count the seconds it buys me the way I once counted rent money, down to the decimal, down to the bone.

But unexpectedly, he pushed her viciously to the floor. "Get lost! Sandy is my only mate, and Ray is our beloved pup! No one can replace her, not even Tom!" Judy's eyes widened. She couldn't believe that Dad would be so ruthless. "Grayson, didn't you say that Tom is the most well-behaved pup? You said that you would rather have him as your pup, and that Ray isn't worthy of being your pup! Since Ray is dead and Sandy is going to leave, why can't you accept Tom and me?"

She wore nothing underneath. " Yes." She whispered. "I'm writing an important exam tomorrow and have to study." She turned her back on him and pretended to read her book. " You look so pretty when you're focused," he said next to her ear and the hair on the back of her neck rose. He ran his finger over her bare shoulders and then began to massage her. "Please don't ..." she whispered meekly and tensed up.