Walk On Water Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"What do you mean?" She meets my eyes. "Remove your clothes. Step into the pool. When you reach the middle, stop. Let the water surround you." I hesitate, but then I remember the blood on my hands. I remember the feeling of Zephyr's blood in my mouth. I strip off Zephyr's shirt and step into the water. It's icy cold. It takes my breath away, and I gasp, my body tensing against the shock. But I force myself to keep moving, wading deeper and deeper until the water is under my armpits, lapping at the tops of my breasts.

BOOK 3: Chapter 10: The First Night The air in the bathroom is thick with steam, curling along the edges of the mirror, blurring the lights overhead into hazy halos. The hiss of the shower fades into the background, overtaken by the rustle of breath, the soft slap of skin against tile, the broken cadence of a woman giving in. Her back arches against the sink’s cold edge, muscles trembling, thighs slick and parted, and she’s not holding back anymore.

I needed water. I walked to the kitchen on shaky legs, my bare feet cold against the cheap tiles. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with tap water, and took a big gulp. The cool liquid did nothing to calm the storm inside my chest. My phone suddenly rang. The glass nearly slipped from my hand. Ryder’s name flashed on the screen. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to escape. I stared at the ringing phone, frozen. *Pick up. Don’t pick up. Pick up.*

TITLE: MASTERS PET (1) CHAPTER 1 One little step. All Cynthia had to do was take one little step, and she would be out her front door. From there, she knew that she could do this. Breathing deeply, she lifted her foot and tugged at the door, poised just at the cusp of moving forward. But then, at the very last moment, she froze, her chest seizing painfully. With a sigh, Cynthia took her hand off the knob and retreated back a little farther into the shadows of the entryway. The foyer to her building was small and dim, and for all that it was public, it was safe. Comfortable.

And yet, I longed to see beyond that outward image. I waited a few moments, then stood up myself. I walked with small steps towards the water’s edge, and the waves came gently to caress my feet. I could feel my heart beating faster, not only because of the excitement of my surroundings but also because Vincenzo was there, in the middle of the sea, waiting for me. With a deep breath, I stepped into the cool water. I shivered at the contact with the chill, but kept going.

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Chapter 5: "Uncanny Encounter," ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── Lowering my head in agony and distrust, I absentmindedly walked through the pathway leading away from the Headmistress office. With every step I take, my shoes echoed in the floor's vicinity, creating a foreboding noise as if being a soundtrack to my emotions. I felt numb and floating as I stepped into the shadows, not knowing where to go. My mind was blank and I couldn't focus on anything. All I could think about was the situation I was now gravely pinned in.

Chapter: 1 ******** “The Bond That Broke Me” I walked through the crowd, careful not to spill the drinks balanced on the tray in my hands. Laughter and chatter filled the air, blending with the clink of glasses and the rustle of silk ball gowns brushing against the polished floors. I tried not to look up, just focus on each step. One wrong move and the entire tray could crash to the ground. And wouldn’t they love that? A wave of anxiety rippled through me at the thought. The shame would sting, but the whispers would be worse. They already hated me enough.

"And the Guest is already clearing the path for us. The snow in the north is starting to melt, Mom. The ice is crying." ​The hook was set. The 168th chapter ended with the sound of a thousand footsteps hitting the pavement in perfect unison. We were leaving the sanctuary to find the origin of the scream.

I whispered to them They crackled softly, and for the first time, I thought maybe… they didn’t know the answer either --- Later, while the others slept, I walked to the river The water was dark and unmoving. No moonlight reached its surface, though the sky was clear I knelt beside it and let my fingertips skim the edge Cold Still Then— A flicker Not of fire Of shadow It moved beneath the water’s surface like ink spilled in silence I yanked my hand back The shadow didn’t follow It simply watched And then it spoke—not aloud, but in the place between heartbeats You were never meant to carry only one flame