The Rising Tide Novels & Stories

So irresponsible! Stepping closer to the beach water, she sees the waves coming towards her. The beach looked so beautiful,she wished she could dive in as well. But her fear, it stopped her. The sound of water, making her clench her fist. The wave was going to touch her feet when she steps back, breathing heavily. Her earlier fears resurfacing. Looking up, she tries to locate him to see nothing. The tides were rising and people were swimming back to the red flags.

Collen Whimpered planting his face back into the desk. ... "Well beats doing paper work I suppose." He grumbled. "How rude! A beautiful young thing such as myself wishes to be taken to the beach and you're complaining." She placed her hands on her hips denouncing his actions while pouting her lips. "Well Call me crazy especially considering it's to cold for the beach today especially with the wind blowing this hard. Today was cloudy, a slight chill in the air, and the wind was blowing pretty hard. There was no way this was beach weather unless people were advocates of doing the polar plunge, and trying to get some form of practice in the off season. But most of all there was one fact that Co

Daniel’s niece, Veronica, was the first to raise her phone and scream. Then cheers followed one after another. “Wow! Veronica is right! I got fifty thousand too!” “Same here! The company really delivered this year!” “Mr. Aster is so generous! Hard work pays off! Let’s make next year even greater!” … One shout of “fifty thousand” after another burst around me like firecrackers. I lowered my head and checked my banking app. It was empty. Just like previous years, there wasn’t a single deposit notification. A tight frustration slowly built in my chest.

“Sworn on every tide.” He kissed her temple. “Sworn on every sunrise.” They rose. Walked upstairs hand in hand. Closed the bedroom door. Shed clothes slowly. Skin against skin. Made love by moonlight spilling through the terrace doors. Gentle. Tender. Deep. When release came it was quiet. Shared. Complete. They fell asleep entwined. The house breathed around them. Walls remembering. Sea witnessing. Tide coming in. Going out. Coming in again.

Melissa started to raise her voice, as though she had more to say. “Pardon me, Ms. Jenkins, but I’m busy. Goodbye.” The night lights lit up in the city. Many nights ago, I had dreamed of sharing a warm home with Wanda. Yet, she singlehandedly destroyed all those dreams and shattered them to the point of no return. - The project with Surge Technologies was both my touchstone and whetstone. Mr. Jones was very generous with affording me with resources and power, but he did so while keeping a close eye on my performance.

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

I saw his profile sharp and steady like he and the forest understood each other well. “It is stronger than common storms,” he told us. “It shakes the roots of this land.” Alexus stood beside him, his gaze sharp and careful. “And the sea is angry too. I can hear it roaring farther than usual.” Late in the night the wind shifted, blowing straight from the coast. Above rain and wind, I heard a deeper, heavier sound waves crashing with rhythm like giant footsteps. “Tide rises far,” Kael said grimly. “It swallows the beach and creeps up into lower woods.”

Time overlapped. The little girl with braids became a grown woman, throwing herself into the same warm embrace. "Okay."

And this is not a luck story. People like to believe that men who rise from nothing do so because fate intervenes or opportunity appears at the right moment. Maybe that happens for some people. It didn’t happen for me. Instead, my beginnings were marked by betrayal—a family that should have been my foundation became my first battlefield. Before I understood or could describe it, I was fighting wars I never asked for. I was born into a lie. I didn’t know it yet.

Surely? The waves, started to become fiercer, which meant I was definitely approaching the shore. I just needed to get through this next bit alive, and I would make it. From the direction of the current it felt like the tide was likely going in. This was going to be to my advantage. When our parents had taken us on holiday, they’d taught us how the tides work. Jack of course had been too young, but I remembered my dad telling me how the tide coming in carried items with it. If I let go, there was every chance I would simply arrive on the shore.