Transforming High Tide Novels & Stories

Her whole body felt as if it were a live wire anywhere his skin brushed hers. Inside Adrian's tent, a delicate intimacy lingered between Amelia and Adrian. As he applied the soothing salve to her wounded skin, his touches ignited a current that surged through her body, setting her senses ablaze. Every brush of his fingertips against her flesh sent tingles cascading along her nerve endings, awakening a heightened awareness of their connection.

If there were mountains, there might just be people. As the day fought and lost to the dark, the little maid noticed the tide rising. What was a sheer drop for the poor children earlier was now just a mere drop. This would make her secret cave uninhabitable during high tide. She made a mental note to learn how often the tide changed. As she sat planning she didn’t notice that she had stopped scrubbing. She was pushed to the floor by another child and scraped her cheek.

“Miss Thompson, you’d better watch your tongue. “I promised you to put the people down. Did I go back on my words? “Didn’t I put them down now? “But I didn’t promise to let them go immediately, right? “Actually, you should know very well. These people have broken into my territory and wanted to mess around. Why would I easily let them go? “Couldn’t you come to your senses a bit?” Teresa was trembling with anger. “B*stard, Denver, you are a b*stard!” Denver smiled lightly and said, “Babe, scold me. The louder you scold me, the more excited I’ll get! “Oh right, let me tell you something. “It happens to be the time of high tide now. It is estimated that the tide will rise and completely submerg

[The Rising Tide] The sound was not a roar; it was a groan, a deep, tectonic weeping that vibrated through the soles of my feet and into my very marrow. Through the reinforced glass of the Core, the horizon of New Macau was changing. The sea, once a shimmering sapphire girdle around our high-tech paradise, was retreating with an unnatural, predatory speed. It left behind miles of grey, glistening silt and gasping reefs—a bared throat waiting for the knife.

"The storm will come in two hours. The wind will be strong. Shall we go to the bamboo house from before to avoid the rain?" "Will the tide rise?" Stella asked. "The tide is caused by the pull from the sun and the moon. The storm and the waves might be big, but it won't cause the tide to rise. Judging from the situation here, it seems that the trees have never been drowned," Jasper observed.