Still Waters Run Deep Book Novels & Stories

Edward I never thought that I would return to Still Waters. Not after everything that happened. Not after the accusations, the whispers, the condemnation that burned deeper than any wound a blade could carve. The lack of empathy after Athena's death… But here I was, trudging back into a place I once called home. And instead of the pride and strength I remembered, all I saw was decay.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

I mirrored his stillness, the shared pause a moment of connection, a silent understanding that transcended words. My question hung in the air, a fragile thing between us. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. His gaze was intense, serious, his eyes holding a depth of emotion that both frightened and intrigued me. He began to speak, his words measured and deliberate, each syllable carrying the weight of years of unspoken regret.

She had made her choice, and she would not dwell on things that could not be changed. On a quiet afternoon, Lyra found herself in the heart of an ancient library—a place she had visited many times before in her quests for forgotten memories. The library was vast, its shelves filled with scrolls and tomes that stretched back through the ages, documenting the lives, histories, and memories of countless souls. Dust hung in the air, illuminated by shafts of light that filtered through the tall windows. It was a place of peace, a sanctuary for those seeking knowledge.

Her every move went noticed by him. She stared into the river, wondering if it was a good idea, what she was about to do. Her breathing was rapid, she could hear it in her ears, till the was only thing she could hear was the fast hammering in her chest. The rain drops drenched her from her hair to her vans. She was tired of it all, tired of humanity, tired of trying. She wanted peace and if the dark, scary looking waters would give her that, then so be it. She wasn't going to back out now, it was too late for that.

Chapter 7 – Grace Trees fly past me every step I take, my breathing even as I take in the scents and sounds of the forest around me. I need to cover as much ground as I can before the men are given a chance to chase after us, to claim us. If I can just find a river or stream, I can swim until I find a hiding spot and wait out the first few hours when many will be busy fucking. The forest is quiet, only the sounds of nigh time creature can be heard. No vampires or faeries either. Then the loud sound of a gun shot rings clear, even if the sound is muffled by the distance. I stop running, realizing that the ten minute head start is up and soon the males will be on us, hunting down their prey. W

And that silence — that gods-forsaken silence — boiled my blood. Without another word, I turned and dove back into the water. I swam hard and fast, pushing myself down to the coldest, darkest depths of the cave. I needed space. I needed to breathe. But I didn’t go far — I couldn’t go far. Not when he could… not when something like that could happen again. My hands shook as I tore into the fish I’d dropped earlier, biting down hard. Stupid human. Stupid, stubborn human. Ugh

The carriage rolled faster now, following a road carved through forest—cracked stone and tangled roots, branches bent by old wind. Out the window, the world felt wider than he remembered. More alive. Less sacred. A deer watched from between trees. Didn’t run. He didn’t blink. Maybe it recognized him. Or maybe it didn’t care. Somewhere in the clouds above, the prophecy still whispered through his veins He closed his eyes. The Tower was behind him now. But its silence was still inside him. Outside, the silence wore a different shape—leaves rustling like whispers, branches groaning like old bones.

The mighty have fallen. Before he can change his mind, his wings burst open. There's no way he's going to ruin everything he's ever worked for. Even if it appears to be hopeless now, the Lord always has a purpose. He will prove his worth-if it's the last thing he ever does. His feathers twitch, anxious for the air. With one last breath of the clean, fresh air of Heaven, he dives toward the surface. His wings carry him lower and lower. They spin him around in circles causing his usually perfect hair to flap all about. This long descent is the best part of this whole thing. It’s the most air he’s ever experienced, making him feel like a dove: determined and free.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.