Cry From A Balcony นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ryan insisted on the door just in case it opened. "Wendy, what's going on inside?" Paul said curiously, knocking on the door. Trist, Ynaria and Dylan were in the window positioned they also tried to open the window but could not open it so they just slammed the window. Meanwhile, Helen was just crying in fear to one side standing behind Ryan and Paul. While Clement was restless, he looked up to the second floor and checked where he could go. Clement was filled with hope when he saw the balcony on the second floor. But it reminds of the unforgettable thing to climb. He approached Trist and asked.

His eyes were cold, sharp, unblinking, and it made my stomach twist in the filthiest way possible. “Balcony,” he ordered, and my whole body shivered at the way he said it, calm and commanding, like he knew I would obey. Tre laughed, wiping his cock against my lips before tucking himself away. “Take the show outside, huh? Let the city see what Jax keeps locked up.” My thighs were shaking, cum running down my legs, mascara smeared and still I followed Zion’s grip as he dragged me through the sliding doors. o. Zion shoved me to my knees on the concrete balcony floor, my hoodie slipping down so far it barely covered me anymore.

There must be some other explanation. “You still don’t believe me, do you?” Cyran leaned forward, placing his hands on the table, closing the gap between us until he was inches from my face. Sucking in a breath, I shook my head. When he grabbed my wrist and hauled me off the chair and flung me effortlessly onto his back, I let out a squeak of shock. Powerless to do anything, I held onto him as hard as I could as he soared off the side of the balcony.

She struggled to stand up, staggering forward, but the thug grabbed her from behind and dragged her onto the balcony. Lyra's heart skipped a beat. Was the thug planning to throw her off the balcony? Though it was only a three-story building, the villa was situated halfway up a hill. Below the balcony was a cliff. While the view was beautiful, falling from there would be certain death! Lyra held onto the iron railing tightly, her will to survive unleashing immense strength. The thug tried to forcefully pry her fingers off, but Lyra refused to let go. The wound on the thug's head from Lyra's vase attack kept bleeding, making him look terrifying.

The room fell quiet, save for the sound of their uneven breaths, two broken souls trying to hold themselves together in a world already tearing them apart. ****** The night air was cool but heavy, carrying with it the faint scent of wet leaves from the garden below. Crystal stood on the narrow balcony attached to the master bedroom, the kind of little space upstairs that opened out to the sky. Her bare feet pressed against the cold tiles as she leaned on the railing, arms wrapped tightly around herself. The dream had come again, clearer this time, Christian’s voice echoing, whispering that he would take Zoe away from her. It left her trembling, eyes scanning the darkness as though the man sh

Although this day started out quite average, I took a shower and for once I didn't have to run out of the bathroom like a dog on narcotics because I forgot my towel in my room and I couldn't risk flashing anyone the goods. It was always a thing of mine to stand at the balcony and get some fresh air to you know, clear my mind a bit. But today, I happened to look down the balcony and I don't think I've ever been so jumped before. I just had to run back into the sitting room. "Code red babe, code red", I yelled to Brylee. " What's up Rubs?" She answered, stunned. "Some guys on black face caps are in their way up the building"

Cyrus stood on his own balcony with his weight braced against the window frame. If anything went wrong, he could slip back inside in an instant. On the neighboring balcony, Jack and his men lay sprawled out, apparently unconscious. Cyrus did not trust the sight. What if it was a setup? What if Zoey had lured him into a trap, waiting for him to cross over before they all sprang up and tore him apart? A gap of more than four inches separated the two balconies. Snow and ice coated the stainless-steel railing. One wrong move and he would plunge from the 24th floor. If Zoey decided to shove him, he would end up as a frozen stain on the ground.

The moment you know what they want, just create a little bit of twist and then you will be able to control them. "I think the view from up here is amazing." I looked around the balcony with my cup of tea, no one was close enough to be an eyewitness in case anything bad was to happen, those lingering around weren't paying attention to what was going on up here. Wonderful. If anyone was to ever fall from the balcony they won't die because the balcony wasn't too high. A human might end up with a twisted bone but a vampire should be alright. When I noticed Thaisa wasn't looking, I took out a little portion I had gotten from Erika. And added it to my tea. When I was done, I hide back in my dress.

I take ahold of the handle slowly pulling it open, it let out a small creek noise which causes me to freeze. I turn back to the bedroom door hoping he wouldn't kick it down, once I was satisfied he didn't hear it and was indeed still there I take slow steps onto the balcony. The cold night air hits me along with the little drizzle of rain, I hear him try the handle once more which tells me I need to do this now or never. I sit on the ledge of the balcony pulling my legs over the top, once I take a look down I see how far off the ground I really was. I take a hold of the drainpipe that runs down the castle, I climb onto it like a fireman's pole and start to slide down. It took a few seconds b

In the next second I released my hands off the balcony rail and walked a few steps backward. Frederick snarled, "Stacy, just fucking go and lock the doors. See, he is escaping." I broke in, "Escaping is your thing. Not mine." In the next second, I took a summersault and took a giant leap from the balcony and landed on the floor smoothly leaving everyone present jaw dropped. "Get ready to die in my hands," I said, straightening myself up.