Climax Jump Novels & Stories

That's not the only thing because that cry is the reason for a few pieces to fall which is the cause of the death of others who only want to help them. It's her power that brought her up but it was also her greatest downfall. "This is the last Klea, I promise after this we won't force you to jump." Oh boy. I secretly pinched my legs. I shouldn't have made a promise because I will do everything for him to jump from the highest place but maybe hmm.... I will do it next year. I looked him in the eye and smiled sweetly. "Are you going to be our problem, Klea?" "Alright Klea, Zach's here," he nodded with his eyes closed, and even as he jumped he still had his eyes closed.

a loud voice calls out and I don’t think, I just move. One, two, three… at the next step I come to a stop after the first lever, the moment the swaying lever passes my face so close I swear I feel it scrap the tip of my nose I speed away. Bypassing the second and third without stopping. After that is the circular contraption, Aka the bane of my existence, I wait a moment, keeping my feet steady on the beam beneath me, and when the time is right and with just enough space for my little body to fit through, I jump through making sure not to look back, just the thought of it swinging behind, is enough to make you lose your footing. I know because that was why I fell the last time. I climb the s

There was nothing they could do about that at the moment. She waited as he first got down on his knees and then flat onto his belly, pushing himself backwards until he was hinged at the waist, legs hanging down, torso still on the overhang. He continued to push back until he was once again hanging from a precipice by his fingertips. This drop was a little longer, but not by much. Clare saw him hit the ground with knees bent, tuck into a roll, then come up on his feet. A landing worthy of an Olympic athlete. She actually clapped and whistled.

I slid the pamphlet out with two fingers, then placed it on the desk in front of me, touching it delicately as if it held a secret terror. The image on the cover showed the intimidating cliffs in Kimberley, Australia, and a man in swim trunks soaring out over the water dozens of feet below. The photo captured him in midair, where he seemed to float weightlessly. I knew that feeling; it was like flying. I wanted to be him. I’d done it many times before in Croatia, Nevada, Arizona, Italy, and Mexico. Now I was ready to escape again. I gazed at the photos, longing to be there, and turned the page over. On the back of the pamphlet I read: Please be aware that cliff jumping is a high-risk sport t

I never imagined her idea of forever would be so short. No one came to help, so I dragged myself up the cliffside again and again in desperation. It got darker. The wound from the boulder earlier seemed infected now. The pain blurred my vision. I broke down and called Vanessa over and over, begging her to save me. No one answered. Just when I thought all hope was lost, the call finally connected. "Vanessa, please, I'm begging you to help me..." What came through the line was the sound of heavy breathing.

When Jai finally reached his domain, Galum kicked up each spikes that Jai’s about to step on. He raised them higher, and the sudden movement made Jai almost slip. It prompted the black haired guy to kneel down to hold his ground. Jai saw that his distance with the actual ground reached more than 3 meters already. That made Jai wonder whether he had to fall freely or use the lower spikes to reach down. He decided for the 2nd option and continued leaping from the higher spike to the lower spikes. He was hopping his way down. He made sure to focus on where his foot stepped on though, because he didn’t want to slip and fall again.

What I do care about though, is blowing up Cara and her baby. “Cara, I am going to climb up on the roof.” I explain. “Then I am going to bust through the skylight in the roof and pull you guys out through the it.” I make my way over to a nearby tree. It doesn’t look too bad. Grabbing a branch I quickly swing my way onto a higher branch. So goes, until I am level with the roof of the cabin. Before jumping, I stop and look out. This could be it, this could be the last moment of my life. Have I lived a good one? Probably not, if I live through this, will I change? Probably not. With that sobering thought, I jump.

It's time to find out who my captor is. In a swift move, I head for the window to jump out. I stand a couple of feet away on the ridge connected to window so the lady couldn't grab me back in. I breath hard as I get ready to completely jump down from what looks like a mid-high rise facility. It's important to aim for something that will give my brain the similar physical pain to give my body a jolt. However, jumping down to my demise is harder than I thought. As the lady follows me, now standing on the same ridge, panic quickly got to me and made me slip down.

And she was right to do it. We reached the park. I found a new perch, a bench near a quiet, unused fountain. I pretended to be engrossed in a financial journal, but my eyes never left them. Amelia was immediately drawn to a climbing structure. He scrambled up the rungs, faster than any child his age, his dark, unruly hair flopping over his forehead. He reached the top platform, stood there for a brief, triumphant moment, and then paused, looking down. He called out, his voice tinged with the familiar, intense frustration I recognized as pure Conti temper. “Mama! The last step is too high! I can’t jump!”

Cleo had bought me back. I let out a fierce roar, my heart pounding in my chest as I charged towards the open balcony doors. Without a second thought, I leaped through the air, my powerful legs propelling me forward as I soared through the sky. The balcony barriers shattered beneath my weight, sending debris flying in all directions as I landed gracefully on the ground below.