Novel & Cerita The Drowning Novel

I floated on my back like a giant lemon in the middle of Lake Como. And then I drowned. Exactly as planned. Underwater, I endured the burning sting of lake water up my nose while staring at the spinning sky above me. The physical discomfort oddly dulled the ache in my chest. Then I felt strong arms grab me and pull me up. My chest pressed against his. Even through the water I could feel his nipples against my skin. Unfortunately, he didn’t give me the chance to wrap my legs around his waist. Dragging a drowning woman to shore apparently required better logistics.

"Ugh. Do they never clean in here? It smells like something died. Oh wait," I laughed, a bright, brittle sound "Something is dying. It's just taking its sweet time about it." June didn't move. I circled her slowly, my gown whispering against the filthy stone. I'd chosen this dress carefully, deep crimson silk, the color of fresh blood, with gold embroidery that caught the torchlight and threw it back in fragments. I wanted to look like everything she'd lost. I wanted to look like victory.

I gave up the chance to take over my family's business and spent ten whole years acting as a sports agent for my swimmer boyfriend, Nate. I stayed by his side from his early days to his rise to fame. He promised he would propose to me the day he won the world championship gold. The night of his victory dinner, I eagerly put on a wedding dress. I even invited all our close friends and family to the venue so they could witness the moment together. But as he stood under the spotlight, he looked right past me and his gaze landed on his younger teammate, Lexi, who was smiling brightly and clapping for him nearby. A reporter pushed through the crowd with a microphone and asked on the spot if h

She said to me, "Oh and I hope she's seeing this now." I responded to Clover. This was my thoughts right before I had been plunged into water and was drowning. I had awakened sometime when Derrick was speaking to Beta Benson's men and it was not even up to a minute when I found myself drowning. I had been so weak that I could not move at all. Eventually, I lost it all. It would be best to just drown and die than be humiliated further. The water started to get into my nostrils and I found that I was beginning to struggle to breathe too. I thought to myself, what did it matter?

The nearer I got to her, the higher the water rose— it was now on my neck. “I want to go with you.” The rush of the water that once parted finally closed and my mother disappeared. I struggled to stay afloat from the big splashes of the waterfalls, my body slowly sank. Wolves started to appear and waited on the banks of the river. The sky turned dark and the full moon revealed itself. The light of the moon illuminated the waterfalls and I gazed away from its bright light. In unison, the wolves stood up and faced the moon. They howled. A last breath of air escaped my lips as I drowned.

"I am the book." He kissed Cale’s freezing forehead. "Now warm up. That's an order." They lay there in the dark library, wrapped in stolen velvet, while the house settled around them. The water had stopped rising. The door held. But Elion knew the truth. The tide wasn't gone. It was just waiting for the next high water mark. And Cale... Cale was running on fumes. Anomaly 90: The Flood. Fact: The house tried to drown us.

The rain came crashing down without any warning, turning the quiet evening into a wild storm. I stood shivering outside my apartment door, arms wrapped tightly around my chest as cold water poured over me. My thin white tank top was completely soaked, clinging to my breasts and turning almost see-through. The cotton shorts stuck to my hips and thighs like a second skin. I had only stepped out for a second to throw the garbage, but the automatic lock clicked shut behind me. My phone, keys, everything was trapped inside.

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

What was the point of fighting when he didn’t care if I lived or died? I let my body go limp, surrendering to the pull of the water. If drowning meant silence, maybe it was better this way. But then... something moved. A shadow, darker than the water itself, surged toward me. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, yanking me upward with brutal force. I tried to fight, weakly kicking, but the grip was unyielding. My head broke the surface, and I gasped violently, coughing and choking as air stabbed back into my lungs.

Her brain felt like exploding from the lack of oxygen. As a reflex, she started struggling in the water. The more she struggled, the more she drowned—all because of his arms around her waist. She did not know how to swim or hold her breath. The first ten seconds of drowning were the worst for her. She inhaled and exhaled water. The huge influx of water into her lungs made her cough. The more she coughed, the worst she felt. After struggling for a while, she finally quietened. She felt no pain, and she entered a weirdly serene state. She could even open her eyes to view the beautiful scenes under the sea.