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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 · 科幻言情
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203 Chs

Tamara Turner. This Here Is Now

The dark sockets of a lurching corpse stared right into Hailey's eyes, suspended in midair above her. She was lying on a cold, hard surface, the thin fabric of her white gown doing nothing to ward off the frozen ground. The corpse above her moved, the strings attached to it tightening as it got closer to her. She could smell the stench of death before she saw its mouth open—letting out a horrifying guttural moan.

Her automatic reaction was to jump away, but her muscles felt numb. It felt like she was cemented in cold air, unable to turn her head away from the horror in front of her. She forced her eyes shut—her last resort, as the corpse above her started to scream.

Dread consumed her whole body. She tried to let out her own frenzied scream, but nothing came out. Her lips had been sewn shut. Hysterical sobs managed to escape before realization hit her.

This was a dream.