Falling Over Sideways

Summer Haynes, a.k.a 'Ms. Clumsy'. A lazy Tomboy trying to get her crush's attention with the help from her former ex bully. This is not the best idea to start with...

To save up for my wife’s expensive asthma medication, I worked the dangerous high-rise job around our apartment complex, even on a day with winds strong enough to knock someone off their feet. However, that was when I accidentally witnessed my wife cheating on me with her ex-boyfriend, and to entertain him, she picked up a fruit knife and slowly cut through my safety rope. My body slammed into the ground so hard that the impact shattered the bones in my leg. Only later did I learn the truth: the one with asthma wasn’t my wife at all—it was her first love. All the money I’d been saving for her? She had been giving him every cent. Eventually, the same cold, proud woman I once married ended up on her knees in front of me, begging for help. I called the building security over and had them drag her out. “Get that filth out of here,” I said. “It’s hurting my eyes.”

"Don't pull it off… We're on the street. It's so embarrassing…" Outside a bar late at night, my boyfriend and I were drunk, slumped awkwardly on the curb by the roadside. What I never expected was that he would climb on top of me right there in public and start tugging at my underwear. I was wearing a short skirt, with only a thin layer of fabric underneath. If he pulled it off, wouldn't everything be exposed for people to see? I was just about to refuse, but when I turned my head, I realized— This wasn't my boyfriend at all.

“Do you even know all the ways a man can be seduced?” Noah whispers, hot breath leaving a trail down my ear as I try my best and fail to push the irritant off me. How is he… how am I unable to do that? I am bigger than the man. “Do you know the things I could teach you?” I grunt, pushing at his arms once more. Another feeble attempt that ends with me being humiliated. “Get the fuck off me, Nolan.” He groans, taking a nip at my earlobe. Fuck. “Let’s keep on playing that game, pole boy. I have all the time in the world.” *** Theodore Bennett has only wanted two things since the moment he was old enough to understand the grand things of life. Stability and the ability to understand why he feels heat rushing up his ears when a cute guy talks to him. He does not want the very irritating new teammate and roommate, Noah Carter, to ruin his routine and barrage into his life with his perfect face, his perfect lips and the perfect family. He does not expect to fall in love with the boy sent to kill him. Noah spends his life avoiding everything that has to do with friendship and relationships. Stalking Theo is not part of his list. Discovering Theo is a pole dancer makes everything better. But what will he do when he has to kill the man he loves?

My three-year-old daughter was playing in the room, and she suddenly fell from the window of the room and died. In my past life, I held her lifeless body after learning the news, crying so hard I thought I would never stop. But when my husband rushed back, he slapped me across the face without a second thought. "How could you be so cruel? You actually threw her out of the window—she was only three!" I was too stunned to react. Later, my husband and my best friend teamed up and testified that I had thrown my daughter from the window because I had an argument with my husband. I was cyberbullied and labeled the "evil mom". Amid the public hatred and the pain of losing my daughter, I jumped to prove my innocence. Even in death, I still didn't understand. My daughter had been fine playing in the room—how did she fall out of the window? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she fell.

During a classmates' reunion party, the villa unexpectedly collapses, trapping both Priscilla Hobbs, my husband's true love, and me beneath the fallen ceiling. My husband is a member of the rescue team. To keep Priscilla alive, he chooses to lift the ceiling from her side. He says, "Pris is an actress. She can't be crippled." The ceiling crushes my legs as it's lifted from the other end. My husband seems to have forgotten that I have a congenital blood clotting disorder. Without my legs, I'll die…