Before I Fall Ending Mga Nobela at Kwento

The whisper tumbled from my lips, as though the strength to deny him was draining out of me drop by drop. A sharp wave of dizziness crashed over me, blurring his face into nothing more than a smear of anguish and desperation. “I… can’t…” I gasped, my words breaking apart as blackness swept in. And then, I fell. My body went slack, the last sliver of awareness slipping from my grasp. The last thing I felt before the dark consumed me was his voice calling my name. “Scarlett!”

I fell on the fall but right before I hit the ground, he caught me in his hands, and my eyes closed I blacked out

When she raised her sword for the final strike, I pushed myself up with my last ounce of strength and muttered, "mate… goodnight," Then I began to fall. The last thing I heard was the screeching sound of metal falling to the ground. As I fell back to the ground, my assailant fell limply with me. My gaze held her gaze. My eyes caught the horror in her eyes. That was the last thing I saw before darkness washed over me.

As for Natasha… may her end darker than my last one, something so bad it makes what I went through look almost kind. Something dark stirs within me and I feel the faint heat of the necklace as though responding to my wish. With that, my knees give out. The last thing I see before everything goes black is Vincent lunging forward and catching my falling body before I hit the ground.

"Now nothing. You ruined my plan. You ruined everything. You went around digging in things and found out everything. Now you know. And if you know Samuel knows because he always has his ears on you. And if Samuel knows of course Oleander Mort knows and no wonder the first person he will tell to silent me will be your mother. So now mother knows too. Everything is finish. I am finish. We are finish she said as put her legs up and pushed herself down. As she fell. "Hayl!!!!!!!!! " I screamed as I ran to catch her but she was already falling and far from my grasp. My hands still extended as I saw her falling in front of my own two eyes. And her smirk. That smirk of hers

Dale then continued asking him as he pointed every single part of the design, planning to irritate him. Amidst their noise was Yuna, trying to concentrate on reading every description and detail of the design to find what's wrong with it. 'Was the setup wrong all along or the mirrors? We should disassemble the telescope to see the---' She unexpectedly toppled the rod of the scroll, causing it to roll and fall on the stone floor. It continued to roll until it stopped, revealing something else to her. The silence managed to distract Dale and Zyair childish fight and turned to look at Yuna bending her knees while silently looking at the other information on the scroll. They approached her, only

The ground tilts and the last thing I see before the world fades in my eyes, is that impossible storm of color watching me fall. Then nothing.

“Now you’ve fallen—you’ve lost everything you were meant to be—just because of me!” He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze full of love and quiet certainty. “Haven’t I fallen hard enough? Long before I lost my wings… I had already fallen completely for you. And that fall was far deeper, far more real, and far more permanent than anything else I could ever experience.”

The Night She Finally Walked Away The final night of Elara Voss’s marriage did not end in shouting. It ended in silence. A silence so heavy it pressed against her ribs, made her breath stutter, made her hands shake as she packed the last of her belongings into the small suitcase on the edge of the bed. Outside the window, winter rain stumbled down the glass like broken glass beads. It was late, past midnight. But Damien would be returning soon. And she refused to be here when he stepped through the door.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of