Submerged Book Novels & Stories

Principal Badminton said inwardly wishing he could cancel the trip but once again he had to remind himself that it was the kids idea and if their parents are okay then he should be okay, though he could bet that none of the parents were really informed about Bear forest or if they did, none seem bothered to let their children go out to the wilds where twenty five people got lost and not a body was even found. Well, Callum and his guide are there with them, Jack Daniels was a survivalist before he became a teacher in the school. All should go well he hoped. "The bus should be back before sundown." Principal Badminton asked Mr. Daniels whom answered in the affirmative. "Emma Winston Faber?." T

I’d always thought Travis was the kind of man who never smiled, as if he’d sworn off pleasure entirely. I never would’ve guessed the other side of him was quietly horny and insecure. My first thought was that I’d opened the wrong profile. I couldn’t stop scrolling. Account ID: “DeepSeaShark” “I couldn’t help it. I’ve snuck into her bathroom a few times. If she ever finds out those panties were me, she’d call the cops, right? I don’t want her to hate me.”

Without looking back, I pulled my suitcase behind me and walked away. After all these years of entanglement, I finally found closure. From that moment on, I knew I had been reborn.

The HALCYON base on the Mariana edge wasn’t built for comfort. Steel corridors. Acidic salt air. Fluorescent lights that buzzed faintly, always a half-second away from flickering out. It felt more like a tomb than a lab, which made sense, considering we were descending into the deepest trench on the planet to find something that was never supposed to be found. Lucien’s hand brushed mine as we strapped into the submersible. His touch grounded me. But it couldn’t still the storm inside. The fire hadn’t left me. It had evolved—become quieter, coiled deep in my bones, like it was watching and waiting for something I hadn’t yet seen.

Sophia’s being hidden, and Anita; she’s floating somewhere down the Hudson. ⸻ Sareena Damian… I can hear him. I can feel him; his hand is holding mine. I can hear his voice. He’s here, right here beside me. But I can’t open my eyes. I can’t call out for him. I’m trying. Please… I’m trying. ⸻ Sophia

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

The bookstore, once a haven of tranquility, had become the epicenter of a chilling mystery, and I was now on a relentless quest for answers. * I sat alone at the bar of the bookstore, the dim light casting long shadows on the shelves of books. I reached for my phone and dialed Clive’s number, needing a ride home. He reassured me that he was on his way. As I waited on the stool, a sudden vision washed over me. I found myself submerged in water, a relentless force pulling me deeper. Panic set in as I struggled against the mysterious figure determined to drown me. I strained to see the person’s face, only catching glimpses of dark hair and striking green doe eyes. Despite the fear, an inexplica

I wrapped the black gossamer wrap around my hips, skillfully hiding the bulk of my butt and thighs. The three of us made our way down to the pool. They stripped down to their bikinis and found three open chairs for us to lay out on. I piled my thick brown hair on top of my head before putting in a clip to keep it up. I stretched out, letting the sun bathe me in hot rays. It wasn’t long before the heat became a little too much for all of us. Khloe and Julia dove in the water. I chose to grab one of the pool floats, carefully climbing aboard and using my hands to paddle to a nice resting place along the edge, away from the splashing swimmers.

It is a place where the past and present converge, inviting those who dare to explore its depths to unravel the mysteries of a bygone era. In the depths of the submerged library, the legacy of Atlantis persists, preserved in fragments and whispers. The ancient writings, though weathered and fragmented, depict a civilization that thrived in the face of adversity. It is a place that speaks of the resilience of the merfolk and their unwavering commitment to knowledge, even in the face of the relentless sea.

Tessa and Leo were already inside, the engines screaming. As the hatch closed, I looked through the thick glass port. My son was a small, glowing star on a black beach, holding back the weight of the world. The submersible dove just as the silver light flared into a blinding supernova. The shockwave sent us spinning into the darkness of the deep.