Cry From A Balcony Novels & Stories

I grabbed Adrian's hand, pulling him towards the balcony. "We need to get out of here," I urged, my voice urgent. "There's a balcony. We can make our way down." Adrian nodded, his trust in me unwavering. Together, we maneuvered through the crowd, dodging the chaos and confusion. As we reached the balcony, we glanced back, seeing Ethan's men closing in. Without hesitation, we stepped onto the balcony, the night air cool against our skin. The moon shone brightly, casting a soft glow over the cityscape below. It was a moment of respite amidst the storm.

" Ugh, I can't stand this place anymore " She suddenly noticed a door and asked herself if that day had been there this whole time. Curiously, she went to it and slowly opened it, to be sure it wasn't just another door with bodyguards in every corner outside it. It was a small balcony. She opened it widely and stood there for a minute to breathe in the fresh air. How come she never noticed this place? After inhaling and exhaling a couple of times, she walked in and examined the small space. It was evening and the sun was beginning to set. It was a beautiful view considering she was on a really high floor. She looked down and was amazed. She chuckled when a random memory of how Frederick was

IRIS POV Moonstone pack “My head hurts.” The words slipped past my lips in a croaky whisper as I pushed myself upright too quickly, a dull throb immediately striking the side of my head. I squeezed my eyes shut. Right. Champagne. Tequila shots. Whatever cursed mixture Lia had convinced me to drink at the after-party last night. My room still smelled faintly of vanilla perfume and expensive candles burnt halfway through the night. One of my silver heels was lying beside the dresser while the other had somehow ended up near the balcony curtains.

After staying up all night to finish a task my boss had assigned, my phone buzzed with a message notification. [Apartment 402, how many times have I told you not to hang your clothes out like that? Your lingerie fell onto my balcony! Ugh, lucky I was home; otherwise, my boyfriend and son would've seen it. That would've been so awkward!] A photo followed right after, showing a black lace panty hanging precariously on the railing of the balcony of the third floor, swaying in the wind.

I walked outside, stepping carefully over the floats, to the balcony railing. Being on the third floor, we seemed almost beach level. I could easily see the people playing volleyball, nearly smelling the dinners being made over small fires. I looked up. The balconies on the fourth floor looked directly down on ours. Greg had placed candles on the table, lighting our balcony, illuminating our "bed".

His hands grip my hairline to hold me in place as he walks us backward until my back hits the stone-carved balustrade of the balcony, causing me to gasp loudly. I tilt my head to stare down at the ground, noticing that were several feet on top, one wrong move, I’m going to die. However, Blaze claims my attention as his mouth shift from the lobe of my ear, moving down to suckle the sensitive spot between my collar-bone and the base of my neck. I clutch his shirt for support as I feel my knees buck, instinctively wrapping them around his torso. “Blaze-e, are you seriously planning to kill-l me by making me fall from here?” I say jokingly even though my insides slightly quiver with fear at the

I looked around and was happy to see a pipe just beside my balcony. I locked the balcony door and slowly climbed down the pipe. Being the one who usually did the dirty work in the Bratva, I was used to climbing all sorts of things so this was easy. Within minutes, I plopped down gently on the floor and crouched. Surveying my surroundings, I saw what I couldn't see from my vantage point on the balcony and began to question if this was the best way to go about this.

Looking up at the balcony at this angle, I can imagine he didn’t have a perfect view of what was happening, but he had to have known. He heard my screams. I’d been begging for his help. At least, when they tossed me over the balcony, he’d been there to catch me. In my mind, I can see that, see my body in that dress that’s been disposed of fluttering down from the sky like a bird with a broken wing. Like an autumn leave, spent, and no longer of any use to the tree that has expelled it.

Alaric stepped forward stretching out his hand I also reached for it The wind whipped across my hair, and my body swayed as I missed-stepped, tripping on air. My heart skipped a beat, and before I could process what was happening, Alaric twisted into something almost unrecognisable. His icy face finally cracked into fear. He screamed my name. "Cassandra!! " and the balcony was above me I was falling... Everything went silent, my heartbeat was roaring in my ear. At that moment I could only do one thing. Scream

It was his way of drawing a line in the sand: Do not come closer. What is that noise? Chloe was alone in her corner, so the sounds drifting from the upper balcony were crystal clear to her. She looked up, confused. The sound of crashing objects and muffled screams grew louder, prompting her to stand. Suddenly, a tiny figure scrambled onto the balcony railing with startling speed. The little puppy? Their eyes met. Liam Jr. froze mid-climb. Chloe hadn't expected to see this. She sprinted to the area directly beneath the balcony, ready to catch him if he fell. She wanted to yell for him to get back inside, but before she could, a deep, authoritative voice boomed from the room above.