The Drowning Novel Novels & Stories

And every time he used his hand on me, even when I was falling apart, he stayed calm and controlled. He couldn’t possibly find my body disgusting… could he? The thought snapped something in me. Humiliation surged hot in my chest. I slammed my glass down on the table. “I’ve decided.” Wendy jumped. “Divorce.” A useless man, handsome or not, wasn’t worth keeping. I didn’t need him. “Okay, okay. Stop drinking.” Wendy must’ve thought I was wasted. She dragged me into the shower. She’d just gotten these over-the-top rhinestone nails, and she kept pawing at me in her sleep. The next morning, I woke up with several dark red scratches on my neck where she’d clawed me.

Then she headed for the docks, hoping she could escape before anyone noticed. But the Moretti docks were locked down tight. She was spotted almost instantly. "Stop right there!" a guard shouted into the dark. Sofia panicked and sprinted for the edge of the pier. Her foot slipped on the slick planks, and she went straight into the freezing water. "Help! I can't swim!" She thrashed and clawed at the surface, but no one moved. The guards watched her disappear beneath the waves. The next morning, the newspaper ran just one short line about it. "Woman Drowns After Falling Into Sea."

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

I tried to think. Nothing came back. There was no name. There was no Alanza. There was only the pain. Then, the heat vanished, replaced by a soul-crushing cold. I was surrounded by water. It pressed in on me from all sides, heavy and indifferent. I tried to inhale, but my lungs filled with liquid. I felt the frantic, primal urge to thrash, to fight for the surface, but my body wouldn't move. I was sinking into the dark. My chest burned as I drowned in the silence.

Viviana fell into the water. Even though she is a good swimmer, she can’t swim and save herself because her body is frozen. She can't move her hands and legs. Her body sinks deeper, salt water filling her lungs, drowning her. Back at the beach, the people saw Viviana still riding the speedboat, enjoying the ride; they didn't know that Viviana’s body had already sunk under the water. It was all just an illusion orchestrated by the invisible Clarice, so even if they attempted to save Viviana, she could no longer be saved.

[Lincoln] With my pulse drumming in my ears, I bolt out of my seat, every noise fading beneath the roaring waves of the ocean. My mind hones in on one thing—my wife…drowning the water. Fuck. What was she thinking? Without hesitation, I dive in, my body slicing through the surface as cold water engulfs me. A figure is sinking lower, deeper. My muscles burn as I push forward, lungs tight, heart slamming against my ribs. I reach out, my fingers wrapping around an ankle before I shift to grab her waist.

Chapter 7: "Ally or Enemy?" ───── ❝ K I L L I A N W I L D E' S P O V ❞ ──── Standing outside the school's infirmary with its walls painted a dreary gray, and the lighting is muted and dull, I watched in heightened sense and horror as the new girl that I just saved from her near death drowning experience coughed violently, trying to get the excess water out of her lungs.

That click that brought nothing good. Before I could even blink, I fell into the trance. Then I was submerged into water. The beach, I was at the beach, the salt water hitting my tongue. Drowning. I was drowning. And I heard screams, this time I was definite it wasn't mine. It was deep, filled. It was Elijah's. Despite going against my better judgement, despite knowing he was dead. I found myself swimming closer to the sound, thrashing against the wild currents and failing. Then I was submerged deeper and the whole world went black.

Kazumawent to the Poman church, Zastvil to the Rosmavs, and Zalmar to Dopula's at the Bell-ringers' Corner. It was dark when they met again at the shore by the landing. Kazuma's men were sitting already in the boats. The ferrymen were still carrying in packages. The cold wind blew from the neighboring point where the river entered the Danstar, and the night gave no promise of being very pleasant. By the light of the fire burning on the bank, the water of the river looked bloody, and seemed to be running with immeasurable speed somewhere into the unknown gloom. “Well, happy journey to you!” said the old man, pressing the lieutenant's hand heartily; “but be careful of yourself!”

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