Cry From A Balcony Novels & Stories

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!

We kept fighting recklessly, throwing wild punches and shoving each other through the doors, inadvertently leading ourselves up the spiral stairs to the highest balcony in the grand pack house. The cold night wind whipped around us as we stepped out onto the open stone ledge, high above the roaring battle in the courtyard below. Smoke filled the air, and orange flames flickered against the dark sky. Cassidy backed up against the low stone railing of the balcony, her breathing heavy, wild, and ragged as she glared at me with pure venom. I stopped moving, standing five feet away from her with my palms raised in the air. I looked into her angry face, feeling a deep, quiet pity for how completel

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

--- 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?"

I ignore it all. I do as she instructed and as expected I find the door leading to the balcony unprotected. I crash through, throwing the door open with the wind. It slammed against the concrete balusters with a splintering smack. As it was, I was too stoked up on adrenaline to care about the sound and the guards it could attract. I jump on the balcony with the grace of an uncoordinated mountain lion and land on my hands and knees. Luckily it wasn’t that high up so nothing but tiny scars on my hands should hinder my getaway.

Meeting Xander might have given her the best and the worst of life but at the end of the day, it's not enough to make her stay. . On the other side of the moonlight, above the garden of tulip flowers, stands a man who is now barely breathing. He is constantly punching his chest and catching his stability but there is no way for it to be felt. He cried heavily on that silent night, trying to submerge everything but only one thing stood out in his mind, he let Gabbie go.

I shut the door and locked it behind me. The balcony was on top of the third roof. The only way I could get down was if I crawled along the grooves of the stones. It was dangerous and borderline stupid. There was grass at the bottom instead of concrete, but it was still so far of a fall that I would probably break something.