Before I Fall Novels & Stories

They probably never raised a finger to do a single thing in their lives. I'm almost out of breath when I finally reach the room. I place my hand on the door knob but the door cracks open before I can even twist it. I'm about to walk in but I halt on hearing a masculine voice. I peer into the room and from the door, I have a good view of the bed. My heart drops at the sight in front of me. Renata is dressed only in a bra which just covers her nipples, together with a little bit of her boobs, and a G-string pant.

They always give me schedule to follow to the “T.” This morning, I woke up at 3:30 am to get ready for the day. I always start off with my morning routine and then get dressed for training for the day. I always wear black sports bra and a black tank tops and black yoga pants. I also had 5 lbs. weights to my legs to walk around in to ensure my training is never ending. I put my hair up in a high ponytail. I have midnight black hair, and the tips of my hair are silver.

"Imagine living every day of your life with your parents, with your siblings and your best friend in one house but the only difference is that all those people were in one body. Imagine you were always together, day in, day out... Always. Imagine having your soulmate since the day you were born, imagine being complete even when you're incomplete because you're missing so much shit... Imagine being at the top of the world even when you're been prohibited of simple mundane things, imagine being happy regardless of all the shit around you. And then imagine one person come suddey and snatch it all from you. Imagine your bones breaking one by one, all 206 of them. imagine your heart shattering, i

Even though I was mentally prepared, seeing it with my own eyes still sent a sharp, undeniable pain straight through my chest. As the last illusion between us shattered, all I hear was silence.

Isabella stirred against my back, murmuring incoherently, fever dragging her deeper into half-consciousness. I swallowed the taste of blood in my mouth. “Not today,” I whispered to them both. “You’re not taking them today.” --- The Fall It was inevitable. My legs finally gave on a jagged incline. I dropped to one knee, snow biting deep, ribs exploding fire. Isabella slipped against me, the kid jolting in my arms. “Damn it!” I roared, slamming my fist into the snow. Kaia was there instantly, eyes blazing. “You can’t keep this up—”

Perhaps it was something else; as the next moment, a wave of familiar weakness washed over me, and everything faded. Kian froze as I fainted and collapsed on the floor. Then he bolted into the room and scooped me up, his voice uncharacteristically panicked. “Lily! What’s wrong? Wake up! “Get the car! We’re going to the treatment room now!” However, just as he stepped outside the confessional, his phone rang. The ringtone stopped him in his tracks. He hesitated before laying me down on the floor and rushed out to take the call.

"The radio station isn't Jessica's personal territory and is owned by the military. If she can't understand that, she doesn't deserve to wear the uniform," Samson said to Celia, firmly and confidently. "But Jess hasn't been home in days. I don't want you two fighting because of me," Celia said. "She's just being stubborn. This isn't about you," Samson replied. Then, the whole mood changed as I heard Celia laughing. "Sam, don't let go! Hold on, I'm going to fall! Ah…! I'm falling! Sam! Catch me!"

A voice echoed behind me, it startled me but I turned to meet the lady I had seen earlier in my thoughts, leaning close to me. The woman stood there, smile twisted, eyes dark with intent. Soon after her hands shoved hard into my chest. I fell. The sensation was sickening, endless, my scream torn from me by the rushing air. Just before impact, a name flashed bright and undeniable in my mind, pulling me away from my sleep. “Marisol.”

His gaze locks onto mine. For a moment the world feels still. “If I fall,” he says quietly, “I fall human.” “Then fall into my hands.” The words come out broken. His fingers tighten around mine suddenly. His pulse jumps. Then the air shudders. A sharp sound cracks through the silence like glass splitting. Kieran stiffens. His breathing becomes rough. “What was that?” I ask. His jaw tightens. “The Collapse Protocol,” he says slowly. My stomach drops. “It detected hesitation.”

Because of her. Her phone buzzed again sometime after midnight. Ethan: Please. Talk to me. Her chest tightened. She typed three words. Deleted them. Typed again. Then she placed the phone face down. If she answered, she would break. And if she broke, she would choose herself. She couldn’t afford that. The next morning came without mercy. Maya showered mechanically, dressed carefully, applied makeup with steady hands. She chose neutral colors, simple lines of armor disguised as elegance.