Cry From A Balcony Novels & Stories

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.

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

With a deep groan, she threw the duvet off her body and sat up on the bed. "Did he have to be so loud with it?" She asked herself as she stood up from the bed. Crystal walked straight to the balcony in the corner of the room and leaned on the stone hand railing. Down below, around the glowing swimming pool were people in bikinis and swimming shorts; drinking, dancing and having fun with each other over the music blasting through the speakers.

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.

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