Novel & Cerita What Are You Doing In My Waters

I am drowning. It's not the type where your hands flail trying to grasp something while your lungs fill with water and your heart slowly loses its beats. It's the type where you are calm, peaceful and warm. Even though you are underwater you like it there despite the danger and you never wish to return to land. Deimos is the water. He has swallowed me completely head to toe and while I do not know what the future holds I wish to be surrounded by his warmth.

"Moon Goddess, bless this union, shield my mate, and grant us peace in the days to come." The words felt hollow, like I was speaking them for someone else. My gaze flickered to Elara, who watched me with a serene smile. I took a deep breath, bracing myself as I bent forward, submerging my head fully beneath the water. The world went silent. All I could hear was the rapid beating of my heart, thudding in my ears like a warning. The cold surrounded me, pressing in from all sides, and for a moment, I felt like I was drowning—not in the lake, but in my own lies.

She snuggled her face against my neck "I love you, babe." And this is the finale because you already know what we did that summer. -Fin

"Take off your clothes outside and disinfect yourself before you come in." I froze, thinking he was worried about me. The next second, he added, "Natalie's here. If you bring any bacteria inside, she could get sick." My head buzzed again as my voice trembled. "I just buried my mother. Am I unclean because of that?" Josh froze, then sighed. "That's not what I meant. It's just that…Natalie…" He looked conflicted. His tall frame blocked the doorway, as if he wouldn't let me in unless I agreed.

"That's okay. I was just curious to know." He smiled at me. "If there's anything on your chest, feel free to tell me. I'm here for you." I stood up. "What the hell? I'm not some charity case." I looked down and smiled at him. "Last one to the water is a rotten egg." "Hey, that's not fair!" Louis yelled after I dashed off and ran after me. I've never felt so conflicted in my life.

Who knows what his plans are beyond the surface of the water. “Come in, the waters nice,” he taunts, swimming even further out. I mutter profanities under my breath, but regardless, I wade in also, wishing the water was actually nice, and not ice cold and bitter. “The water is not nice,” I snap, as I finally reach him, the water reaching up past my breasts. My feet only just touch the sand on the bottom. This is not ideal.

Drip, drip, drip… My body won't stop trembling as a cold breeze bathes me. My stomach growls loudly, reminding me I haven't eaten, and my mouth is dryer than a parched desert. Drip, drip, drip… Gods! The sound of water leaking somewhere in the basin is driving me bonkers. Drip, drip, drip… “Please, can someone make it stop?” I whimper softly. “It's driving me crazy.” Exhaustion slowly overrides my body.

I haven’t done this since the beginning of summer earlier this year. “So, what are you going to do?” Bart asked as he got down to shorts only. I could hear Joanne laughing behind Bart. If I had to guess it would be because of the look on Conor’s face. I could see him staring at me with his darkened gray eyes out of the corner of my eye. Time to make my creation so we can have some fun in the sunlight. It will be a good distraction for him. Poor thing. “You’ll see in a few minutes. Aqua Surge.” I murmured, charging off at the water. Instead of sinking in like one would normally do, I was able to run on top of the water.

Underwater By Nikki Flores If I could draw a line around myself If I could be invisible, no one could hurt me now And I would never need nobody else But it's too late You're everything I swore I'd never be You're making me want something I was doing fine without Like a wave, you're crashing over me And it's too late... it's too late I'm over my head and there's no way out It's like I'm underwater trying not to drown The harder I fight, the deeper I fall What am I so afraid to risk it all? I wish that I could hear, but I can't remember how And the tide can't save me now

With a deafening splash, the freezing water smashes against my skull, making my vision go violently dark. "Nyra!" The moment my lips part, thick salt water pours into my throat, completely suffocating my lungs. I thrash wildly, my claws scratching against the dark currents as I track her scent markers down into the abyss. Somehow, my limbs move with frantic power, driving me deeper into the heavy undertow. "Nyra, hold on!"