Cry From A Balcony Novels & Stories

he stated firmly and bolted out through the door. Just what on earth was he thinking getting so drunk that he had a stand again! Meanwhile... Alice went on her knees crying and begging her daughter to get off the edge of the balcony which was two storey high.. "Get down Lora! please don't do this!" Cynthia arrived at the scene with her husband, they were left speechless as they saw what Lora was up to.. "Has she lost her mind?!" Alice rose up from the ground to Cynthia who just spoke..

I huff out. "No one came out of this room," they reply in unison. My eyes widen in alarm as I say, "Do not fucking give me that reply, a girl doesn't disappear..." I was yelling at them. "Zane? Come and get a look at this," I hear Rio call out to me. His voice was coming from the balcony, and I went to it. "What?" I stop when I see the thick bedsheets falling down the balcony. "What the fuck?" I cried out looking downstairs.

I held onto him, afraid that I might fall from the balcony. “Don’t, please, I’m begging you,” I pleaded as tears escaped from my eyes. But as soon as he released me from his grasp, I stumbled down and was plunged into the deep water below the balcony. My vision faded, clouded by the murky water as his silhouette walked away from the banister. I tried to swim –– tried to keep my head above, but I was too weak to even move my body. It paralyzed me worse than silver, and my blood stung like an acid that felt worse than wolfsbane. I couldn’t breathe, as the water filled my lungs.

[The Subterranean Pulse] The fall from the balcony was not a graceful descent; it was a chaotic plunge through the freezing mountain air, ending in the icy, unforgiving waters of the manor’s ornamental lake. The impact knocked the breath from Panni’s lungs, the silver silk of her gown instantly turning into a leaden anchor that dragged her toward the dark silt of the bottom.

“You look like your world fell apart just because a stick of barbeque fell on the floor. And you are uglier when you are sad.” “Wow, thank you very much, love. You really know how to comfort someone.” He just smirked and turned his back on me. He jumped down from the balcony. He was about to walk away when I called him. “Blade!” “What?” he asked without looking. I climbed onto the ledge of the balcony. “Catch me. I’m going to jump.” His eyes widened when he looked up and saw what I was doing. I didn’t give him time to think it over. I spread my arms and jumped.

He effortlessly stands up straight while completely barefoot, impressively balancing his broad-shouldered frame on the rails’ strong but slim metal bars… He then leaps swiftly, smoothly, and soundlessly on to the woman’s balcony, his powerfully long stride expertly clearing the three-meter distance! ”Hello? Is there anyone out there?” calls out a familiar female voice. Shit, she’s finished with her shower already? Boy, she’s faster this time… “Hey, is there someone on the balcony?” Damn it, woman! If there really is a questionable stranger on your balcony, you really think that they would answer you? Sheesh!

DRAINED OUT! I sat on one of the few chairs on the balcony, with my eyes on the building before me. I slowly puffed out smoke from my mouth. Yep, I hadn’t stopped smoking There she was, walking around her room carrying a basket. It was Apple, Apple Sun. It seemed like more than a year had passed since we had stood in this balcony together. How much amazed she was that day to see the view to her bedroom. “So you always see me?” he had asked.

I began running around the room amok, searching every window to find one that can be opened from the inside and when I run out of the barrier Hunnie squealed in the link pointing and bouncing. "KRIS THE BALCONY!" She yells! Shit! the fucking balcony! I run back to grab her hand, but lift her up bridal style instead. She grips my neck tightly and I go running through the doors just as Bahm roars how Cyn has found her way here to the room. The hairs on my arms stand up unexpectedly, not as if I was scared of her, I only wanted Hunnie to be safe. My ears pick up on The healing Room's chamber doors opening up and I run straight onto the veranda, feeling it vibrate and shake as I jump right off o

" Aria groaned and went to get the washcloth. Coming back to Bianca, she noticed her face had gone paler. And then, tears filled Bianca's eyes. Aria panicked. "Bianca? What-why are you crying?" Bianca trembled, her shoulders shaking. "I'm sorry, Aria," she whispered through tears. "I can't... anymore..." Suddenly, the pool changed-dark red began to spread through the water. Slowly at first... then faster. Aria stared, frozen. "What...? Your water broke?" she asked, panic rising. Bianca shook her head weakly. "No... I ended this suffering...".

--- 3:00 PM – The Balcony After the meeting, Elira escaped to the far end of the penthouse—the quiet balcony that overlooked the city skyline. The wind tugged gently at her hair as she leaned over the railing, gripping a mug of now-cold coffee. For once, no cameras. No handlers. No pretending. Then the noise of footfalls. "Miss Cruz," came Caelan's voice behind her. She didn't spin around. "Do you ever knock?" "It's my house." "Correction: our contractually shared space." He stood beside her at the railing, quietly for a moment before he asked, "Regret it?"