Cry From A Balcony Novels & Stories

She would call Liam, and Liam would lock me down. I looked at the window. I had climbed out of this window a hundred times to sneak out with Zara. But that was before I had a shredded back and bruised ribs. I opened the latch and stepped out onto the small balcony. The drop was only ten feet to the grass. I looked down. Do it, a voice whispered in my head. It sounded like the Lycan. I climbed over the railing. I didn't have a phone. I didn't have a weapon. I just had my wallet and a bad feeling.

he asked in return. His words caught Cynthia off guard, as if something lodged in her throat, rendering her momentarily speechless. Indeed, given the tangled mess of their relationship, it wasn't exactly surprising that he was still here. Just then, a faint but distinct creaking sound came from the balcony railing. A warning flashed through her mind—the landlord's reminder: The railing is old and unstable. Don't lean on it, or you might fall. Before she could even think, her body reacted instinctively. In a flash, she reached out and grabbed Lucien's arm, yanking him forcefully backward.

However, I lost my balance and stumbled forward, pushing the door to the balcony open. A hilarious scene then ensued where I half-knelt on the floor, one hand trying to close the door while the other hand steadying my body against the floor. Colin leaned against the concrete railing and grinned at me. Jasmine was crying in her wheelchair. When she saw me, her sadness turned to fright mixed with something else. Resentment, perhaps.

A flash of despair appeared in Kaylin's eyes. She suddenly rushed out onto the balcony. Looking at the building of over twenty stories, she felt a sense of fear, but also a desire for relief. At this moment, she heard a rough door open from the other side of the door, and heard the footsteps of several men. At this moment, a man walked out of the balcony with quick steps. Kaylin was already at the edge of the railing, and the man was preparing to grab her immediately. However, he missed, because Kaylin's body was already flying straight to the ground from the 28th floor like a leaf.

When I see them walk inside with all of Callen’s posse of wolves, I move back to the edge of the ledge. “Welp, with the bedroom door locked, there’s only one way down,” I say a silent prayer to the moon goddess to give me the strength to climb down these balconies safely and unseen. I begin climbing over the balcony in the corner. Hopefully, no one will see me through their balcony windows if I’m climbing down the corner or over to the side of the balcony closest to the corner. The corner naturally shields me from anyone outside, while my body not being in view of the windows, shields me from anyone looking out the balcony windows in the floors below me.

"A life where love isn't a game but a cherished truth. I refuse to dirty myself with whatever twisted version of relationships you pass off as love in your shallow world." Ignoring the treacherous tears stinging my eyes, I stride towards the balcony, seeking solace in the cool night air. I push open the double doors and rush out onto the expansive balcony, the vast cityscape twinkling beneath a canopy of stars. Reaching the balustrade, I lean against the cool metal railing, gasping in a deep lungful of crisp air, trying to quell the storm raging within me.

Staring into the other balcony beside this one, I realized no one was there either. Fuck... I was totally alone with her. Trapped... "Grandma, I will leave just like you want, but..." I paused, glancing down below where I saw the tidal waves crashing violently against the rocks... This balcony overlooked the back of the mansion, where we all normally came to relax and cool off. But today, if this witch pulled some wicked shit, I swore I'd make use of it as an escape even if it meant committing suicide by jumping into those treacherous waters.

There is no way they are going to let me see him, I will need a plan to get in there. I trace my steps back, making my way to the kitchen. I can always count on that door to be left open for the servants to come and go as they please. The room Johnny is in has a balcony outside. I will have to hone my climbing skills to make my way up there. The long vines growing up the stone walls make it easy to climb all the way to the balcony on the second floor. The tricky part is shifting my weight from the vine onto the balcony. I reach for the handrailing, pulling myself up, but my feet cannot find a place to grip. Suddenly I find myself hanging from the balcony, my arms too weak to pull me all the

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Romano soldiers moved toward the balcony. But Adrian had one last surprise. Suddenly— BOOM. An explosion rocked the penthouse. Smoke filled the room. The lights flickered violently. Everyone staggered from the blast. When the smoke cleared… The balcony doors were open. Cold wind rushed into the room. Adrian was gone. Valentino stepped onto the balcony. Far below, a helicopter was rising into the night sky. Adrian stood inside the open door. Watching him. Even from a distance, Valentino could see the man smiling.