Cry From A Balcony Novels & Stories

She pulls her hands away. "Get out" She wimpers "what?" He asked confused "i said GET OUT" she screams, pushing him out of the room and slams the door on her face. Her legs fell weak, and she falls to the floor and tears flow down her face. She covers her month, trying to block out the noice, she doesn't want Charles to see her crying. Just then her phone bings from under the bed. The crawls to the bed and pulls it out.

Again and again, orgasms crashing through me, my body clenching around the cocks inside me, tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming intensity. “Balcony,” Ryan suddenly says. “I want to fuck her on the balcony.” The night air is cool against my sweaty skin. Ryan bends me over the balcony railing, the entire city spread out beneath me – lights twinkling, cars moving, people going about their lives with no idea that a bride is getting fucked fifty stories above them. “Look at that view,” Ryan murmurs in my ear, sliding into me from behind. “All those people. All those lights. And here you are, getting railed by a man who isn’t your fiancé.”

Bright red blood instantly pooled around my crushed fingers, staining the white snow. I fell sideways, clutching my bleeding hand to my chest, gasping for air. "Get up!" Clara laughed, raising her boot to kick me in the ribs. She never got the chance. A terrifying, deafening roar shattered the winter wind. BOOM! A massive, heavy weight crashed into the center of the courtyard. The stone ground literally cracked under the impact. Snow exploded into the air. The maids screamed in pure terror, falling backward. Ezra had jumped directly off the second-story balcony. He landed in a crouch, the crystal glass shattered to dust in his bare hand.

"I'm so scared right now." I looked at Monty in oblivion as he helped me up, and wiped the blood that was starting to drip from beneath my thighs. Looked like he tore me up pretty bad. I walked out of the bathroom and the moment I got downstairs, everywhere was completely chaotic and in disarray and people were just colliding with one another. "Someone fell from the balcony." "I think he's dead. There's blood everywhere." "They've called the cops already and an ambulance is on its way."

Ryan went on until she couldn't breath well and her whole body had become numb, but she still wanted more. So, he took her to the balcony which was around fifty floors up in the hotel that they were in, and on the balcony while facing the city which was below them start the countdown, Ryan continued fucking her senseless. He went on fucking her even after the countdown into the new year and after they had seen the fireworks. And yes, I know you're imagining him fucking her on the balcony with fireworks going off in the night sky. It's an absolutely badass sight as you are imagining it. When they were done, they walked to the bed and dropped on it sleeping till sunrise.

she called out desperately, "I have to get to my apartment to get documents before I start the meeting at 1 PM, and the building security told me they would get a new card for me in two to three hours…" Her big, grey, pleading eyes were filled with tears. "So basically, you are trying to break into your own apartment using my balcony?" I sighed. "Well… yeah," she admitted with an uncomfortable grimace on her face. I looked her up and down, then I glanced at the space between her balcony and mine. "Are you aware that we are on the tenth floor and then you would probably need to jump while standing on my railing to get to your balcony?" I smirked. Carla stepped closer to the balustrade, briefl

‘All I can do is try. She whispered and cut the call, and walking back across to the balcony, she assessed the situation. Climbing straight down was out of the question; if she did that, she would be climbing straight into their arms. Looking around her, she saw a small ledge that went all around the building. There was no other way she was going to escape, and she knew time was running out; they had to have heard the shower. Grabbing her jacket and slinging her purse over her shoulder, she clambered over the balcony railing onto the ledge, which was barely wide enough for her toes, but she clung on like a human limpet. ‘Don’t look down.’

She kicked in every direction, trying to ward off the disgusting hands that began to grope her shoulders. Fear enveloped her soul, yet her dignity refused to surrender. She continued to crawl backward, feeling the texture of the floor change from soft carpet to the cold tiles of the balcony. A strong night wind began to whip through her disheveled hair. She did not realize that she had passed through the large glass doors leading out to the sixtieth-floor balcony. Mr. Tan drew closer, his shadow looming over Casandra’s trembling body. The man laughed wickedly, seeing Casandra cornered at the edge of the low balcony railing. "There’s nowhere left to run, Casandra. Just accept your fate!"

Alex and Nick will share a room. Rayan came out of the bathroom after getting freshen up. "Crystal, the black coffee..." He stopped when he didn't see Crystal on the bed. She was sitting on the bed. He searched the other rooms but she wasn't there. He was about to take his phone to call her when he saw various colored scarf flying in the balcony. He let out a relieved sigh and walked to the balcony attached to the bedroom. She was so immersed in observing outside. Observing the canals of the city. The gondolas, boats.

and with that he quickly leapt from the balcony onto the stone parapet walkway and disappeared from my sight. I stood in the balcony, the cold wind whipping away the warmth I had drawn from just holding his hand. I shuddered involuntarily but knew the room needed to be aired to remove any trace of his scent, just in case. In mere seconds he had vanished, Fyre tried to remain confident in our task ahead but just surviving the journey there without Bram being angered into violence again would be a challenge. “What are you doing in here?” a dark voice muttered behind me causing me to jump out of my skin.