The Deep Novels & Stories

She felt as if she had wandered into a miniature world. Her eyes caught a small glass greenhouse by the window. The curve of the dome reminded her of the arcs of butterfly wings in her own designs. Sunlight passed through the glass and cast delicate patterns on the floor, as if wings were about to take flight. “This is…” Yvette whispered as she caught up in the sight. Jett stopped behind her. The faint scent of pine came with him. “This is a project I worked on for Sitzerland,” he said. He touched his earlobe absentmindedly, where she could not see.

ding ding. Notifications erupted on my screen like an angry swarm.I'd been offline for almost two days straight. Well,depression will do that. I lost my job,I had no back up plan and the bills were knocking louder than my motivation. Not to mention the damn mortgage that reminded me I was an adult every month. “Dónde demonios estás?” (Where the hell are you?). I opened Camille's voice note on my W******p. “It's been two days ,for goodness’ sake. Call me when you see this young lady, don't play with me!” Camillle shouted .

“Fuck… I’m fucking close, Deadly.” My voice came out shaky. I lifted my hips, pushing myself against his mouth while my fingers tightened in his hair. His tongue flicked faster over the sensitive spot and a sharp gasp escaped me. My hands slid over the table as my body trembled. “Your fucking juice is all over my mouth. I knew you could come back-to-back on Deadly’s cock,” he murmured. His fingers moved between my legs again, rubbing slow circles over my clit. A soft moan slipped out of me while my thighs quivered.

The Pacific Trench Hollow was not merely a scar; it was a cathedral of absence. Located seven miles beneath the surface of the ocean, it was a massive, pressurized void left behind by the Thorne Council’s "Project Abyss" an attempt to harvest geothermal data at the planet’s thermal limit. If it collapsed, the resulting displacement would trigger tsunamis that would rewrite the coastlines of three continents.

By seven that evening, Corey was already regretting agreeing to dinner. Not because he didn’t want to see his mother, he did. It was his younger brother he was worried about. Jethro had a talent for turning a peaceful dinner into an interrogation and tonight, Corey wasn’t in the mood to be interrogated. He parked outside his mother’s house and sat in the car for a moment. The house looked exactly as he remembered it. Warm lights glowing through the curtains, the faint sound of music coming from inside and the familiar smell of his mother’s cooking drifting through the evening air.

His broad shoulders, his perfect abs, and the v down his … I blink and walk to him. I take the drink from his offering hand. I ignore the look of pure lust written all over his face. “This way,” he says and as we walk out through the door we come in and turn left. And in front of me is an infinity pool. The drop-off point looks like it blends into the forest. I smile and look at him mesmerized. “It’s not an ocean but…” he says and smiles. “It’s way better,” I say meaning it. This is beyond incredible and the fact he’s sharing this with me is beyond words.

" I sat calmly on the sofa, while Lucas was beside her trying to calm her down. This spectacle continued until I took out the "Heart of the Ocean" that I had acquired at the auction the day before. I opened the red velvet box, revealing the magnificent blue diamond sparkling in the lamplight. She was suddenly rendered speechless, her eyes filled with panic instead of amazement. I smiled and said, "Mom, I know you have a problem with me, so I bought this as a special gift to make amends. "They say there's only one in the world. It was bought by the Young master of the Walsh family five years ago and disappeared for so long, only to suddenly reappear at yesterday's auction.

Talon already stopped crying and now has a positive ambiance. “I don't have any idea, but I know that the coven is safe and I can feel it.” Talon stood up and accidentally slipped from the debris. “Did you put your bad luck to me, Falla?” “You're just being clumsy at all times, Talon.” Falla crossed her arms while rolling her eyes as they're back from being the two witch kids with “unending arguments.” For the moment Talon stood from the debris, a stone nearby glows in a radiant red color as if it is activated by his touch. A note is slowly revealed as the fire started to carve words from the stone. It is a note made out of magic and they know who made it. “I think we know where the coven is

The abyssal floor of the ocean trench was unnaturally quiet, the crushing weight of four thousand meters of water held at bay only by the ancient localized pressure shields of the chamber. Outside the shifting translucent energetic barrier, the blackness of the deep sea pressed hard against the perimeter, a vast and hostile wilderness where blind pale leviathans drifted through the freezing dark. Inside, the air tasted of copper, ozone, and the stale artificial breath of an enclosed ecology.

I am drowning. It's not the type where your hands flail trying to grasp something while your lungs fill with water and your heart slowly loses its beats. It's the type where you are calm, peaceful and warm. Even though you are underwater you like it there despite the danger and you never wish to return to land. Deimos is the water. He has swallowed me completely head to toe and while I do not know what the future holds I wish to be surrounded by his warmth.