Cry From A Balcony Novels & Stories

Carlo woke up to the sound of something rustling. He opened his eyes hazily and saw Cynthia standing on the balcony looking out, it was dark outside and only the thin light of the moon was coming in. Cynthia opened the window on the balcony and half of her body poked out. Carlo's heart fluttered and he quickly got up from the bed and went to the window, stopped her and took her down from the window, and they fell to the ground together. "What are you doing?" Carlo's words were tinged with anger, but the end of his voice trembled slightly with fear.

My voice cracked, weak. “Balcony.” His tone left no room for argument. My stomach dropped. “Zayan, no—someone could see. . .” “Good.” His smirk was vicious as he shoved the balcony doors open, night air rushing in. “Let them watch me ruin you.” Before I could protest again, he bent me over the cold railing, my bare breasts pressed against the iron. The city stretched below us, lights glittering, but all I could focus on was his cock pressing against my swollen, dripping slit.

Did he witness what she had just done as well? Thinking of Lori in the washroom, Catelyn quickly pointed to the balcony not far away. "Cedrick, let's talk over there," she said, trying to get him away from their current spot. Compared to the hustle and bustle of the insides, the balcony was extremely quiet. The fountain pool downstairs was shimmering, reflecting on the curtains of the balcony dreamily. Catelyn was walking very fast. She did not notice the water stains and slipped. Catelyn, wearing heals, lost her balance and staggered to the side.

My side hits the balcony’s railing, and with zero control, I tip over the side. Fear explodes in my chest, and I grab hold of Vladamir. Everything happens so freaking fast I don’t realize what’s going on until it’s too late. I’m unable to scream from the intense shock and stop breathing as we both go over the side of the balcony. My body reacts, and I manage to grab hold of the railing. I feel Vladamir's fingers grasping at my dress, then a second later, I hear a sickening thud below. Hanging on the side of the balcony, I make the mistake of glancing down.

As his body pitched backward over the rain-drenched iron balcony railing, his flailing, desperate hands reached out into the air like iron talons. His fingers caught a fistful of Chloe’s long, silk hair. "CHLOE!" Ethan screamed in pure horror. "ETHAN!" Chloe cried out as the momentum of Julian’s falling weight yanked her head violently backward. Her feet lifted completely off the marble floor. Before Ethan’s outstretched hand could reach her waist, Julian’s heavy body pitched over the edge of the forty-story railing, dragging Chloe directly over the balcony ledge with him into the dark, roaring night.

I'm in my room after my fake outburst of pain counting down the minutes until I can leave this hell hole but time is dragging so slow, I just want to get out of here to my mate and my family. It's time and I am a bundle of mixed nerves, I'm excited to get to everyone especially Theo but I've just realized first I have to jump from my balcony 4 stories high. I know werewolves are incredibly strong but Jesus goddess this is insane! I give myself a quick pep talk before stepping out on the balcony...

Looking at the running girl, Jasmine, who looked as if her switch was triggered or something inside her has snapped, flickered her finger, which resulted in Tiffany being thrown out of the balcony on the ground. Tiffany's horrified scream was so loud, that everyone came out in their balconies to see what it was, and those who were able to see felt shocked when they saw a girl lying on the ground, with her leg and forearm bones poking out of her body. "Ahhh!! Ahhh!!" Tiffany screamed in pain. She looked up at Jasmine, who was standing on the balcony with a cold smile on her face. Jasmine couldn't have looked any scarier than she already was, standing at the balcony, gazing at Tiffany as if sh

The heavy red velvet of my dress rustled loudly as I took a defensive step back toward the hearth, my eyes locking onto the dark glass panels. A figure was standing out on the snow-covered balcony, wrapped tightly in a thick wool cloak, knocking hard against the thick glass with a bare fist. My heart leaped straight into my throat, hammering wildly against my ribs. Gryfyn’s private wing was four stories above the lower stone courtyard, built into the sheer granite face of the mountain. No one could reach that balcony without climbing the icy, treacherous cliffs in the middle of a screaming blizzard. I reached out with a trembling hand, grabbing a heavy silver iron poker resting beside the ho

Isla~ A small smile stretched my lips as I looked down at the view below the balcony. It was easily over five storeys high and a fall from here would definitely be lethal. I could die but then again, was I really living? Climbing onto the very edge of the balcony, I stretched out my arm to enjoy the feeling of the rushing wind in my hair. I relished the momentary feeling of freedom. For the first time in a long while, I felt ... unstoppable.

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."