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Black In the Water

Where mystery meets romance... —Excerpt— We lay next to each other, both of us not saying a thing, but I feel comfortable. I don’t have the impulse to have to talk to him to avoid an awkward silence because it has never been awkward with Ash, I realise. “You asleep?” he whispers to me. “Nope,” I reply quietly. “It’s weird because my body is so tired but I can’t seem to shut my brain off.” “Me neither,” he says. I hear the crackling of the fresh sheet under us move and realise Ash has turned to face me. “Uhm, what?” I ask dubiously. “Nothing, I’m just trying to find a comfortable position.” “Okay,” I say as I stare at him in the dim glow of the candles. Ash stares back at me, his hand lifts to push away a strand of hair that has fallen into my eyes, then he closes his eyes. He is asleep in the next moment, with his hand frozen on my cheek. Usually, with anyone else, I would push his hand away because it feels wrong and uncomfortable. But his caress felt good against the slight burn on my skin. And as he rests his hand on my cheek, I can’t help but think about how no one has ever held me close to them and makes me feel this way. Even though Ash and I are far from holding each other close, just a touch of his hand comforts me in ways that others’ hugs have tried and failed. Without much thinking, I push Ash’s fallen hair out of his eyes and rest my hand against his cheek. In the next moment, as my eyes start to droop, I feel a pull of his cheek against my palm and realise he is smiling. —————————————————————————————————————————— When an apartment building is plagued by a strange substance in its water, its residents uncover a foreboding mystery that will perish them all. With a deadly fog that blocks their escape, they must now forget their differences and work together to overcome the horrifying events that ultimately threaten their survival.

krydwen · Romance
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203 Chs

William Cheng. The Journey

William threw himself on the single bed that sat to one side of the room, the soft mattress immediately emulsifying his tense muscles. The journey to get here had taken them longer than was necessary—this according to Uda; William had no previous experience to compare it to. Thanks to the dark-tinted carriage that had been trailing behind them since they left the village, they had to take a different course, a more complicated one.

It was merely an insignificant delay for his ever prepared guardian and the quiet driver of the redwood carriage, which had been their inconspicuous vehicle waiting as they came out of their four by four shack. With Uda's steady commands to take sharp unexpected turns every so often, it hadn't been difficult to lose the tracker. 

This made William wonder: How dangerous was this journal really was, if it had seemed so effortless, even to him, to lose their track?