Cry From A Balcony Novels & Stories

"You have to fight, Aliyah..." With that in mind, I snarled, forcing the rope tied around my wrist to tear. I screamed both in pain and determination to break free until the rope finally broke. My wrists were bleeding as they met the floor. I took a few deep breaths, and when I glanced up to the window, I saw the bloody full moon in the night sky.

he asked. I stared at him without saying a word. "Sylvia." His voice was flat. "Are you hurt?" "You didn't come down," I said. He looked at me. "What?" "I fell off a balcony." My voice rose slightly at the end. "I was falling, and I looked up, and you were still up there fighting, and you didn't come down." "Sylvia…” he warned. "I hit the snow, Vane." I stood up. The blanket fell off my shoulders, and I didn't pick it up. "I fell from that height and hit the ground, and you stayed up there."

I stood there on the balcony for a long time, the phone growing cold in my hand, staring out at a city that had suddenly become a hunting ground. The quiet of the night was abruptly ripped apart by a sharp, piercing cry from Esme. Shit.

He opened it and ran inside. "You are mine!" Kurosava shouted as he tore off the sleeves of her frock . Vivian looked at him hatefully "I only belong to one man-- Till the very end!" She kicked Kurosava in the stomach and he lost his grip over her hand. She went down the railings-- All through the thirty four floors. "Vivian!" Kirito shouted as he ran towards the balcony and pushed Kurosava aside. He looked down. She landed on the front glass of a car parked right below the balcony making a huge noise. Everyone came out to their balconies to look at what had happened.

"We jumped off the balcony," "YOU WHAT!?" Adrian and Madelyn screamed. "Oh god," I muttered. "We used rope," "Oh," "Are you injured?" Adrian was concerned. I'm actually surprised that he didn't throw a fit at me. "Just a couple of abrasions on my palms," I chuckled nervously. "Hmm okay," Adrian continued munching on his bread. "Aeliana, eat something will you!" "Pass me the hummus," I surrendered, with a long sigh. ****

I headed for the balcony. "Stop him!" Julian’s voice was right outside the bedroom door. The lock clicked. I vaulted over the velvet armchair, skidded across the hardwood, and burst through the French doors onto the terrace. The night air hit me, cold and unforgiving. I was sixty stories up. I looked at the trellis of ironwork and the decorative stone ledges that wrapped around the penthouse, a narrow, terrifying path used by window washers. "He's on the balcony!" Alaric’s voice squealed.

Time enough for Franck to shift from the area to his car while the incident had not caught heavy attention. It was until one of the girls that were with him came out to check on his balcony. Since he was wasting a lot of time there. Just to discover that El Tremor had fallen from his balcony. Before throwing her eyes down the lawn and noticing with unbelievably shock what she saw. El Tremor lying flat helplessly.

My blood turns cold at the sight of his recklessness. That tree is high up from the ground and he is drunk. If he falls, then he will... "Shit!" I curse, running towards the corner of the balcony which has a branch of the tree peeking from between the railing design. I hold the branch, inclining my body towards him to see him properly. He has climbed further up, and the distance between him and the ground increases. "Wait, Harley..." he says, and just then, one of his feet slips. I scream as he manages to hold himself up with his arms.

… Secret Balcony – Midnight Isabella found herself trapped again in Leonard’s arms, but this time, his lips crashed against hers in a kiss that fused anger and raw desire. His fingers slowly unhooked her dress clasp as she fought to suppress a moan. "I want you now," he breathed against her mouth. "Here. On this balcony. Where everyone could see." "No…" she protested weakly, her body betraying her. Suddenly, she glimpsed a camera flash through the window. Someone was filming them! She shoved Leonard violently, knocking over a nearby glass that shattered on the floor. "We’re being watched!" she whispered, panicked. Leonard turned sharply, but the shadows were empty. When he looked back, her e

she grunted. Once night fell, Crystal could hear people from the rooms below theirs as she stood at the balcony, overlooking the tall buildings surrounding the place. She could hear the faint noises of cars, their honks, sirens and choppers. Her hair ruffled as cold breeze blew, making her feel comfortable. The sound of a door closing made her look over her shoulder. Cyrus was back and had different paper bags with him. He dropped them on the floor and started to call out to her. Crystal rolled her eyes and made her way back into the suite.