Big Slime Fell Through The Stairs Novels & Stories

In front of them was a flight of stairs, and on both sides of the stairs were all kinds of flowers and bonsai. The stairs were not high, but they were very slippery. Jessie could not stop her steps. She slid out of the flight of stairs and reached out to grab a potted plant. The half a person tall green plant fell onto her body. She fell to the ground in front of the stairs before stopping. Although the plant did not press on her body, the soil in the basin splashed all over her body.

' She said and suddenly after looking at Leo she froze. 'Wh..what a..are you doing here.' She said and started taking steps back slowly without realizing that there are stairs at the end. 'Anna..stop!!' I screamed and went to stop her. As I held her hand my foot stuck in somewhere and my leg slipped. I lost my control and my hand slipped and I fell down the stairs. The last things I heard was, 'Sarah!!' Screaming Mr. Niall, Anna, and Jeremy. ****

They edged around the building trying windows until Jasper nudged him and pointed to where, almost hidden behind a mound of trash, stairs led down. The trash had tumbled down the stairs as well and Reid’s feet slipped out as he descended, causing Jasper to steady him. “Thanks,” Reid sent his mate a flashing grin. “Fucking cess pool stinks, hey?” It smelt as if someone had been using the staircase as a urinal. “Yup,” Jasper’s nose wrinkled in distaste.

Without another word, she stepped aside and waved us in. I’d hidden the last of my gold for emergencies like this. This was as good a time as any to use it. We expected stairs, but instead, Zevarion vanished into the darkness with a grunt, falling straight down. Siora shrieked as she stumbled after him, and I followed, unable to stop myself from tumbling through the opening. We landed in a heap, all of us groaning and wincing in pain. “Maybe install stairs next time,” Siora grumbled, holding her shoulder as she got to her feet.

"Just a little farther!" Suddenly, a loud crackling sound filled the air, and the floor beneath us trembled. Dimitri's grip on my arm tightened. "What was that?" I cried, panic rising in my voice. "The stairs are collapsing!" Dimitri yelled back. "We have to jump!" Without hesitation, Dimitri swept me into his arms and leaped from the crumbling stairs. Time seemed to slow as we hung in mid-air, the flames below us like a raging inferno. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for impact.

I get into one of Luca’s car and I take off in the direction of the mansion, I hope it wasn’t a dinner date, I really will hate that Luca made the effort, if it was sex I could understand he was a man and if there was a way to manipulate a wife who loved you, sex was a sure option. I get to the mansion in record time and I see the car packed, I breathe a sigh of relief as I take the front steps, I get to the front door and I push the heavy door open, once I get in my eyes jam with the bodies sprawled on the floor and I scream. I turn around and run forgetting there are steps there, I take out my phone as I climb down the first two steps but at the third, my legs slip and I fall down the stai

The heat was rising quickly. Emily covered her mouth. "I can barely breathe." Alexander pushed open a door. "Stairwell." They stepped inside. But halfway down the staircase— A loud crack echoed above them. Emily froze. "What was that?" Alexander looked up. The ceiling above the stairs had begun to collapse. Debris fell down the steps. Alexander quickly pushed Emily down the stairs. "Move!" They rushed downward. But suddenly— A metal beam crashed down behind them. Blocking the staircase. Emily turned around.

But it’s still lonely without him. I ascend the narrow, winding stairs to the second floor, where my apartment is located, stopping occasionally to catch my breath and brush the flyaways from my face. I keep my eyes on the ground as I ascend the final few and stumble into a solid chest. I was always told not to look at the ground while I was walking, but old habits are hard to break. One powerful, heavily inked arm curls around my waist as I begin to fall backward and lose my balance, lifting me back to my feet and off the stairs. When I look at him to thank him, I’m struck with a sense of deja vu, like I’ve seen this man up close and personal before.

I toss the rat and watch as the creature rushes for it, revealing a wooden door. “Time to go,” Migel announces. “Before he finishes with his treat.” “Then get moving.” I wait until Migel pushes the door open before moving, and once he disappears, I give the large creature, who is happily enjoying its meal, one last look before following in the same direction. The stairwell we take is old, and from the dust that sits on the stairs and walls, it is clear that it isn’t used often. It spirals down and down until my ears pop from the sudden change in pressure, and when we reach the end, a large iron door blocks our way.