Novel & Cerita Walk On Water Chapter 1

I went for shoes on purpose because the amount of walking I am going to put up I don't want to imagine. Well as I would say in these cases even if all of hell let lose now there is no stopping from another traumatizing shopping! Wish me luck! This is the first chapter please let me know your thoughts thank you!

The ground was pretty normal, I stood there wondering how I got to there in the first place. I began walking, to nowhere. I didn't know where I was going, I just wanted to find something or someone because the place looked deserted and then all of a sudden the water started to come forward to where I was. I ran but the water still caught up with me and swallowed me up, taking me deep down into the water.

I nodded nervously, turning toward the inviting whispers of magic and the salty scent. “Let’s see what the sea has in store for me.” I whispered, walking slowly. I felt my feet getting wet, tingling slightly. The pup inside me seemed to calm down in my womb. I kept moving forward, realizing that as I advanced, my knees and more of my body were submerged until the water reached my neck. I stopped, afraid of drowning. “What should I do?”

I knew for sure I was going to drown if there was no flash of miracle. What was I even thinking? Swim to town… I went down again, then came up trying to keep my stride alive. Stream water was a hydro-oxygen sodium chloride. I just kept on struggling, somewhere from a distance, I could hear Papa's voice saying “Keep on struggling son, it’s not over” his comforting words trying to erase my misery. He always had words to motivate a drained spirit. I just kept on striding though I knew that it was of no use. I went deep again my eyed closed as enveloped my ears. I gasped for breadth but caught none in return, by body shivering in response to the cold water, my eyes were becoming hazy, probably d

CONTENT WARNING: Explicit language, alcohol consumption, mild hazing/pranking between colleagues. MMF threesome with some M on M action. CHAPTER ONE "Watch your footing. The ice is tricky here." I brace myself, planting each step with care, letting the studs on my boots bite into the frozen surface with a satisfying crunch.

Chapter 1: The Lesson The kitchen was dark except for the soft glow of the refrigerator light that spilled across the marble floor. I crept down the stairs, careful not to make a sound. My bare feet were cold against the polished tiles, and each step sent a shiver up my spine. I was thirsty, I needed water, I needed air and I needed to stop thinking about him. But he was everywhere. His scent stayed in the hallway, his presence filled every room. I couldn't escape him, no matter how hard I tried.

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She countered hitting a sensitive spot. I narrowed my eyes and her expression softened. “I only say the truth, do what you can with it.” She turned on her heel then walked away. I lowered my gaze to the book in my hands. My pulse thudded against the leather cover. It's time to face the truth. I swallowed, lifted the book, and whispered, “Show me the people in the water.” The pages trembled, fluttering as if caught in a breeze only the book could feel. Then it stilled. A single sentence bled across the page in dark red ink:

I don't know how much control he has over not taking me to bed today, but I do know his jaw is maxed out. I take the next step and step forward, then turn to face him. For the first time, I breathe an air of my own, without its perfume. - I need water. I don't give you time to answer. I start walking towards the stairs, grateful I didn't trip over my heels as soon as I realized my legs were like Jell-O. Well, looks like I paid for the sins myself.

His claw, quivering at my throat, hesitated. His claw trembled against my throat, but it never came down. For a moment, I felt the old tenderness between us. However, in a flash, his eyes turned icy, and he spun away. With a brutal swipe, he laid open the chest of Xavier, the loyal werewolf who had stood by me. The scream stopped dead. Hot blood splattered my face. My eyes narrowed, lashes fluttering like trapped butterflies. He pulled back his claws, expression unreadable as the winter moon, and gently lifted Sierra, shielding her from the carnage as if the sight might shatter her.