The Man By The Sea Novels & Stories

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

One corner was burned, but I could still see my face. “Wendy,” he said to the photo, his words slurred. “I think… I saw you today… by the sea… wearing a white dress…” I stood beside him and reached out, wanting to touch his hair. However, my hand passed straight through. “I’m sorry…” he kept saying. “I’m sorry… I should have believed you… I should have protected you… I should have…” He broke down crying, like a child, curling up in the chair and hugging the frame.

In truth, it was never a plan—only a desperate man’s last, flailing struggle. I calculated the days. Thayer’s deadline for repayment was approaching. During this forced isolation, my parents were undoubtedly frantic with worry. Yet this was the consequence of their own indulgence—it was nothing but poetic justice. Outside, the autumn wind tossed the leaves of the trees against the glass with a soft rustle. I locked the files into the safe and turned to look at the photo on the wall: Seraphina holding her elephant plushie. Her smile revealed tiny dimples, sunlight filtering through the soft strands of her hair, scattering delicate patches of light across her cheeks.

Every time he speaks it makes my insides melt a little more with nervousness. He turns to walk out, then turns back, “ Are you comfortable?” Just wishing he would go now so I can gather the last of my self respect and bury my head under the covers for the rest of the day. I reply, “yes, thank you”. That seems to appease him and he smiles that lovely smile of his and turns and leaves me to ponder on how I actually got to be here, on an Alaskan mountain, during the biggest snow storm of the century, with a woman doctor and her sheriff husband, and this enticingly good looking Alaskan mountain man, without my sister?

I heard him coldly inform his father, "I don't need to resort to a marriage alliance to secure my power over Navarino. I will choose my own bride, and the only person who will be my Donna is Rosalia Valente!" Thus, when he officially announced to the family elders that he wanted to marry me—and that I was the only wife he'd accept—I accepted his proposal without any hesitation. All along, I thought that, as the Don, he was cold by nature, and no one could ever move him. I never imagined his heart could soften for someone else. When he left an important meeting midway to rush to the airport, an uneasy feeling rose in my chest. Then, he came back with a woman in his arms, her entire body drenc

Serena stared carefully into his eyes and was relieved to find that they were innocent and didn't seem to have any intention of harming her. "Hmm." The man raised an eyebrow in surprise and hastily pushed her to sit down, "You're really from the sea, aren't you? I'll tell you what, I'm from the sea too!" He looked excited, as if he hadn't seen anyone in a long time. Serena's heart thumped, "He's from the sea, too?" She glanced at the man's looks, he was good looking, he looked on the skinny side of the type, and his skin was white, but he wasn't skinny at all, she suspected he could break her wrist with one hand.

Shot! The blaring cry of the man fills in the salty air, the only noise in the surrounding. He lays on the ground and hugs his leg, the excruciating pain rises in him. Riley stands and pulls the man by his uninjured arm, he drags the man with him as he strides to the edge of the land. The man tries to speak but his words only comes out as hisses and gasps. His twice shot leg makes him stumble but Riley doesn’t care, he just drags the man to the peek, his stomach doesn’t churn nor does his heart fear the height. “Do you know how depth is the sea this side?,” he leers “No one will be able to find your body,” he states, like giving him a casual piece of information.

He waded into the oncoming waves, trying to keep his footing against the tide and loose shale beneath his combat boots. The man floundered, and when he saw Thomas, the terror on his bearded face seemed to intensify, his voice crying out with a frantic, shuddering tone. “We made a mistake, we’ve set her free.” The man disappeared, yanked beneath the water by something powerful. Thomas parked his own fear and took a huge breath. He dove under water, eyes open despite the irritated sting this act evoked. The water was thick with swirling sediment and tangled seaweed, a murky mass that made things difficult to fathom.

The Man on the Boat Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Nobody even breathed. The storm seemed to swallow every sound around them. Except the ocean. God. The ocean never stopped. Fair. It roared. Reasonable. It screamed. God. It crashed against the shore like it wanted to tear the island apart. Then lightning flashed again. For a brief second— the figure appeared. Standing on the deck of the boat. Still. Motionless. Watching. Then darkness swallowed him again. Ava grabbed Lily's arm.

Jason, still skeptical, closed his eyes and focused. Instantly, the image of an SUV came into his head. A tall, thin man was coming out of it and opened the backdoor to reveal a petite figure. Her hands were tied and there was a large burn mark on her arm as if someone had poured acid on it. Jason frowned as the man carried the girl into what looked like a hut. It was on top of a cliff which was surrounded by the thunderous sea. His eyes shot open. The pain in his heart was gone but his chest was still throbbing.