Cry From A Balcony Novels & Stories

When I finally reach the top of the ladder , I riskily reach for the balcony ledge. "YOU STUPID BITCH!!!" My hand misses the ledge , and I almost lose my balance as I am startled. I hear King Alexander scream at Rosemary - calling her horrible names. "Why do you always have to disobey me?!!" He screams at her again. My blood boils when I hear this. I carefully reach for the ledge and , this time , I safely succeed. I place my both feet in between the balcony bars and rest my chest on the balcony. In this way , my head slightly pokes past the door so that I can see what is happening. Luckily , I had used dark clothes , so from the ground I blend in with the wall.

Neither of them is looking at Leo. He inches closer to the balcony edge, tiptoeing on the wet stone to try and catch another ash flake as it flutters down. His hand stretches too far. The iron railing with large gaps in between. If he leans too far— Then it happens. His foot skids off the damp marble. He pitches forward through the bars. There’s a moment of stillness—pure, breathless terror—before the scream cuts through the night. A maid, frozen at the edge of the terrace, her tray of flutes crashing to the stone as she yells.

Yohan softly uttered as he swiftly turned his back. Hearing and seeing these ladies cry also stimulates his hardened heart to break down and join them crying. But he is a man. He did not want to cry like a girl. So he excused himself to let his tears freely out in the privacy of the balcony, by the east wing of the building. There were chairs and a small side table with a box of facial tissue, knowing people would come around to cry in private. Yohan covered his face with his palms, he was trying to suppress his sounds of cry, but his gasps of breathing and the shaking of his shoulders were very noticeable. There was no one when he came, but he did not catch the sight of someone joining him

The boy I loved since I was sixteen, the man who made me smile whenever I am sad… planned all of this? I wiped my tears, having enough of their conversation. There’s just so much I can bear and I’m sure if I hear another betrayal from him, I’d go in there and do something I would regret. With shaking legs, I climb on the handrailing of the balcony. The sweat on my palms made it hard for me to grab hold of the marble surface, making me lose balance and slipped off. Oh fuck. Both of my hands grabbed hold of the railings as I tried to pull myself up.

Which means in less than ten minutes, everyone here is going to realize that Sebastian Griffin and Nora Wolfe just had yet another breakup. Fantastic. I grab the first champagne flute I see from a passing tray and down half of it immediately. It burns. I move towards the quieter hallway near the balcony entrance before my mascara starts a public rebellion. Don't cry. Do not cry here. God, why does heartbreak always feel so humiliating? I pull out my phone with shaky fingers and open my messages. Then I stare at Jordan's contact. Embarrassment stirs in my chest as I type a quick message. [Me: Please tell me you're nearby and can pretend to be my date before I throw myself off the balcony.]

I could feel him following after me. “I am going to make you regret the day you ever decided not to work with me,” I declared. He tried to grab me again but I moved out of the way and pushed him down the balcony. His face froze from shock as his body lurched backward. His arms flailed trying to grab onto something but the sleek railing provided no grip whatsoever. His scream was brief, cut off as his body plunged from the top floor down to the last floor with a sickening thud and the snapping of some bones.

Then Haya rushed to get inside the bathroom and cried. Atif didn’t get the paper that Haya throw on his face. Hearing her words Atif felt too much emotional pain but that pain is bearable rather than the pain that will be caused when Haya walks out of his life again. Atif hears Haya cry a lot, throwing anything that she was able to grab. Hearing Haya cries make him weak. Atif take a deep breath and go on to the balcony of their room. Atif was feeling too cold when he stepped on the balcony for the cold wind blow hard with some snowflakes falling.

she questioned. "Yeah. I probably shouldn't be telling you this but when our parents died, Ballo didn't really handle it as well as I did. Probably because he had an older brother called Andre that died a year before he lost his parents. He has a phobia for losing people which is why he doesn't let people close." He stopped to take a sip of his water and then he continued. "I am his only family and he's my only family. I think the thought of something bad almost happening to me might have set him off. Sometimes he has panic attacks." "Wow." Was all that I could say.

"Don't tell me you didn't know. You obviously bewitched him, because why on earth would he choose you over me." She grabbed my throat. Her hands were stronger than I expected and I stumbled backward with the force of it, my back hitting the railing, my hands coming up to find her wrists and pull and she was not letting go, she was not letting go and I could feel the railing pressing into my spine and her face was very close and she was crying, I realized, she was actually crying, tears running down her face while her hands tightened. I grabbed her wrists, I tried holding onto her but she gave one last push and I began to fall off the balcony, the cold night air hitting my face.

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..