Cry From A Balcony Novels & Stories

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.

I screamed in rage. After taking off my gown, I reached for my casual shorts and a white polo and wore them. As I sat on the bed crying, a thought came to my mind. I rushed to the balcony. I hardly come here. It was a spot for Jordan whenever he wanted to make a business call, smoke or be alone. I pushed the door open and walked out. Our room is at the back of the house so there was clearly no one downstairs. I could escape from here through this balcony. The only problem I would have is how to get down from here.

Everything was arranged to keep me in a cocoon and restrict my connection with the outside world. I was a minute away from a panic attack when my eyes fell on a balcony. I've been too engrossed in my fear that I hadn't noticed the balcony. I ran towards it with a faint hope. I held to the railing as the midnight breeze tangled my hair strands. I looked down, my acrophobia heightening. The balcony was at least a hundred feet above the rocky ground and in the distance was a dense forest, eerily terrifying. I drew in a sharp breath and backed away from the balcony.

But the balcony… the balcony might give me something. I slide the door open, and the rush of night air hits me hard, sharp against my face. I step out, barefoot on cold tile, and grip the railing. I make the mistake of looking down. “Fuck.” The ground looks like another planet. My stomach rolls. I could never jump. I’d end up a headline. Cartel girl turned pancake on 58th Street. But then I see it. To the side, three balconies down, there’s a ladder maintenance or something bolted to the side of the building. It looks just reachable. If I… climb.

She groaned and released a blast of energy that spanned in all directions, forcing those of us on the ground to move and seek for cover. The person on the balcony, however, wasn't so lucky, she screamed as the railings broke apart from the blast of energy and the balcony started to fall apart. "You will not take me for a fool," she said, releasing another blast directed at the balcony alone. "Ella, no!" Orla screamed, looking up above as her friend fell off, heading straight for the hard, cold ground. Her distraction caused her a lot as Ryker's father retaliated with a vicious blow to her abdomen that seemed to reach deep into my chest.

And I want to make him feel pain in a way I can’t even begin to describe. I want to watch Sam suffer and plead for mercy, and I don’t even regret having those thoughts. He’s too busy trying to rip my panties down my thighs, not seeming to notice when I remove my hand from the one he has around my throat. My heart races in my chest and I try to stop my hands from shaking as I extend one to the back to grab the vase I know he keeps on the stool beside the couch. He doesn’t see it coming, just like I never see most of his attacks coming, and I grunt as I grab the vase and slam it into his head.

"What? Every maiden in Sofixt is saying so." "Hopefully you get to him before they do." Malachite replied. "My God!!" a male voice cried out from inside the cottage, drawing Taven, Aria and Malachite attention towards the balcony of the second floor. Elroy manhandled a screaming naked man across the floor then threw him off the balcony, immediately he was close to the ground the rope tied round his neck tightened as the rest straightened, he chocked and struggled trying the let himself lose until his eyes were bloodshot. Elroy watched with satisfaction from the balcony as the man’s struggling came to an end.