The Drowning Novel Novels & Stories

Anything. The deserted city offers no escape. The closer they reach, the colder the air feels around her. The hairs on her arm stand on end and a cloud of air puffs from her open mouth. It only increases as she backs up into the dark alley across the street. Sera can't help but think this is it. This is how I'm going to die. My parents will be so proud to find me shredded to pieces in a dark alley.The alley soon fills with the scent of old garbage. Her back finally hits the brick wall indicating the end of the stone backstreet.

She wanted to sleep a little longer. Her breathing slowed. She drifted into a hazy doze. Splash! Suddenly, a piercing coldness hit her face. Ice-cold water poured over her nose and mouth, rushing into her windpipe. "Cough! Cough! Cough!" Nyla opened her eyes in terror. She woke up violently from the sensation of drowning, her heart pounding against her ribs like a drum. She wiped the water from her face with a trembling hand, gasping for air. Her vision cleared.

The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.

Madison I was drowning. Katherine stood above me, her crimson dress billowing like a cloud of blood in the murky water. She pressed down on my shoulders, her manicured nails digging into my skin as I thrashed beneath the surface. Her face remained serene, almost bored, as she watched me struggle. "You're nothing to him," she said, her voice somehow crystal clear underwater. "Just a placeholder. A warm body until I returned." I tried to scream, but water rushed into my lungs. Alexander appeared behind Katherine, placing his hands on her shoulders. He looked down at me with cold indifference.

Whether our broken, toxic, all-consuming love could survive the truth or not. As they prepared to move me to the delivery room, one final thought cut through the agony: I had survived drowning once. Now I had to decide if I would let Damien pull me under again… or learn to swim without him.

Ahh maybe he's just playing with me. I laugh it off and go towards the pool back of our house. Thinking of taking a dip I jump in the water. I went in deep holding my breath, and relaxed knowing that this time was limited. It is really peaceful. Suddenly I'm pulled out of the water. What the? "Are you crazy? Now you go to the limit of actually drowning yourself?" Blake shouted. Wait, Blake? "You- here? Wait. Drowning?" I ask, confused. "Yes. Drowning. When a person struggles to breath and is suffering, having a near death experience. That's called Drowning!" He replied. Now that I notice he is drenched in water.

“Then you’ll burn nonetheless.” In the next second, I couldn’t breathe anymore. My head remained forcefully submerged, eyes burning as the water got into my lungs. I tried to fight against his grip, but Dante wouldn’t budge. His hold was tight as iron, carrying every intent of putting me through hell. Was he saying something? I could barely make it out. It hurt so much, and water was already winding up my nose, making it hard to breathe. I couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear or focus on anything but the fact that I was being drowned. Dante meant to kill me.

I could use some warm food and water right now. I hesitate. My instincts scream that it’s too easy, but hypothermia is starting to kick in, and I might die anyway in a few hours. This is a risk I have to take. The first swallow hurts. I drink again, slower. The water tastes clean, maybe too clean, and I can’t tell if that’s relief or danger sliding down my throat. When I look up, he’s closer. Close enough for me to see the small scar above his eyebrow. Close enough that I can smell the faint trace of smoke and pine on his coat.

Desiree glanced at Alessandro, “I need this woman, I cannot open this Heart of Stone if I don’t have her. I’m sure Thaddeus will trade the Heart of Stone when I get Catalina by my side.” I stepped back slowly, I spread her arms wide and closed my eyes so that when I fell into the water, all I could feel was the water embracing my body. I have always been terrified of the vast, black water, but I have now to face those fears, or Desiree will catch me and murder her or use me against Thaddeus. “Catalinaaaaaaaa!” I heard Alessandro’s voice before I finally lost my balance. I drowned myself in the water and after that, I don’t know where the water takes me, but I know I will get there.

Because what comes next is a greater storm than sunshine. I'm drowning, and even though I know how to swim, I'm drowning. The sadness dragging me down, down and down into the inky, cold depths of the ocean floor, choking me. I'm drowning, the last rays of the sun reaching me from above as I fall, unable to do something. I'm drowning. Or rather… Sebastian drowned me. I witness the first rays of the sun as it goes through the window of the bedroom. Mornings used to be energetic. Funny how everything can change in just a few minutes.