A Slipping-down Life Movie Novels & Stories

I could lever myself over and jump down. But when I took that step, all the easy traction I’d had, the very simple balance that had brought me all the way up here was just non-existent. I placed my foot wrong and it slid out from under me, then I was slipping down, the tiles scraping my side. As my lower body slipped off the edge and I scrambled to catch myself— “CARA!”

I ditched the pickaxe, looking for anything else to use, but in my frenzy, I stumbled and ended up on the floor. The footsteps behind me were getting louder. A cold sweat drenched my back as I curled up, cornered and powerless. The pitch-black cellar had me spouting anything that came to mind, a last-ditch plea. "Please, mister, have mercy! I can pay you—ten, twenty thousand dollars. Just let me go, and I'll owe you big time, even in my next life!" "You've been slaving away for twenty years already, isn't that enough? You want to keep it up in your next life too?"

All I can hear a bird chirping. Then I winched as I feel someone grab my wrist. "Babe don't do this? I know you love me right?" He said to me and try to kiss me. But I kneel him between his legs making him scream for pain. I run and I saw a door, thank God it's opened. I went outside and my eyes immediately wander. I saw a big tree and hide from there. I saw him almost reaching me and I began to move but the next things I see I am in the edge of a cliff. I can see him getting near me and I'm running out of choice. So I decide to better jump and die than to be rape by a creepy stalker.

“With our anniversary just around the corner, we have something special planned. We’ve decided to go back to the prologue of our story—back to where the plot of our love was first written.” The office went silent. Ethan felt as if the wind had been kicked out of his lungs. The prologue. Then it clicked—Paris. The comments were coming like a tsunami, but Nora was done. He watched, stunned, as Nora ended the livestream with a graceful smile and a challenge in her brown eyes, as if she knew he was watching and was challenging him to refute her claims. Silently, he leaned back against the couch, a slow, amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Aren't you tired of cramming yourself into a small space with your 'friends'? You should be aware that a lot of things have happened within their group without you being aware of them." “Sir. I'm the one who lives with you, yet I'm the one who is pushing myself here. Do I look tired?" It was deafeningly quiet. Why would he want to mind my social standing if he doesn't have it? "I'm not a fan of broccoli. Make something else to eat."

Reality was worse than anything he'd imagined. … The sharp smell of antiseptic filled my lungs. I lay in bed, drifting in and out of awareness. "The patient has suffered a slight concussion and requires a 24-hour observation," said the doctor, but his voice sounded far away. I closed my eyes, my mind replaying that brutal night. I remembered the burglar's twisted face, the speeding car, and the deafening explosion. When I woke up again, the TV was talking about that incident. "A traffic accident involving a tanker truck and a private vehicle occurred on Goodrich Avenue last night. The collision triggered an explosion. A charred body was recovered from the car. Police believe the victim to be

When I came of age, my aunt made me work in her shady operation, hosting one client after another. That's when I truly understood despair. I lived like a broken doll under the neon glare of drunken, decadent nights—a life that felt more like a nightmare than reality. Until Axel appeared. He spoke a little English and asked if I wanted to leave with him. I had no choice but to nod. I thought life might finally improve. Instead, I fell from one abyss into another. Axel had violent tendencies. After I went with him, the beatings began sporadically and eventually became daily.

"Well, if it isn't Ms. Gavell. What are you doing here, shaking milkshakes?" "Aren't you your family's precious little princess? Yet you're now stuck living in a dorm, can't even afford food, and have to work a job like this." "Did your family company go under, or did that perfect image you worked so hard to build finally fall apart?"

Since it's a mistake to live a life beyond ordinary, then in my next life, I would like to live an Ordinary Life' After coming to this decision, she give out her answer. "Please make my life ordinary," she said. "Alright," replied the man. He was about to write again when something crashed the room they were in and a man entered. This man was the man who was accompanying his master above the skies of L.A. "Creos! How dare you stole our harvest?!" The man's booming voice shooked her to near extinction. The man called Creos get up from the floor and stopped writing.

She stumbled backwards, but managed to maintain her balance and didn't end up falling down. Sia was confused at what Tony said. She knew what dying was, but how do you die on your own? Are not you supposed to die when you grow old and can't get up from bed anymore? Just like what happened to the old headmistress? She grew so old that she couldn't get up anymore and then they all found her a final resting place, where she can rest peacefully forever. Sia's anger and hurt was turned into curiosty and confusion.