Defying Gravity Edit Novels & Stories

Dane giddily said Our attention came back to the girl now standing with her brave eyes, a completely different person from the girl who were pathetically slumped from before, as she is arguing with Rozen why she deserves to be released and how she is not tresspassing – something that we just made up since this mountain range is technically a public land. Their bickering continued even as we are going down with Rozen having this stupid expression of proudness and joy, an expression unlike his expressions with his previous mate.

Grant’s POV I was impressed with how well Charlotte was doing with her training, I only just noticed her hands moving to free herself. She made it look like she was freaking out, when she was really just causing a distraction so that no one would pay attention to her hands. She was fitting in with us very well, as much as I disliked change, I think she would not cause too much of a disturbance if she became a permanent fixture in our lives. After I left the gym, I went to go straight to my room, but ended up bumping into Warren and Lance as they were closing the door to the cells.

Instead, he pinpointed the gravity around a single, broken wooden chair leg lying on the floor. He didn't crush it. He inverted the gravitational pull on the object’s atomic structure. The wood didn't splinter; it simply began to drift apart into microscopic dust, its atomic bonds failing under the localized, inverted gravity. It was a terrifyingly precise, silent dismantling of matter. "If Baraka has his 'Modes,' then I must have mine," Malik whispered, the void in his eyes deepening. "I will not fight him with crushing weight. I will fight him with the void. I will create a field of absolute zero gravity. A vacuum where his kinetic friction cannot ignite. Let him try to punch the empty spa

Her stomach went into free fall. “Please tell me you stopped filming?” she said through stiff, cold lips. The guy gulped and went puce, lowering the camera. “I…” Cassandra raised a shaky hand to her face. Her other one was still wrapped around the microphone. “Oh, God...” A low, threatening voice sounded near her ear, turning her blood cold. “Well done, Applegate! You’ve done a great job, congrats! You’d better be prepared for the fallout, bitch!”

First I wobble on my feet when I try to reach higher and grab the tampon which of course makes me lose balance, I try to keep myself from falling by holding onto the woman’s shoulders but that is an even more terrible idea because she obviously hates me and wants me off her body as soon as possible. I know this because she pushes my hand away which has me reeling back. But I’m not one to give up so easily so I grab her shirt and we both tumble down to the ground. It would have been fine if our encounter ended her but of course not, I don’t have such good luck. The woman had unfortunately tried to grab the shelf to avoid falling down but like me she had failed and only sent all the tampons on

“Would you prefer masturbating underwater while moaning like a porn star?” That was one of Mike’s stunts when my brother chose a dare for the second round. Though he faked it, the sounds he made were horrible and would haunt me for the nights to come. Men hurried to cover the eyes of their women while Chiara turned away with a reddened face. “Nope.” “You got nothing to worry about. It’s just me.”

Moving from home to outside, I found new challenges waiting. I was blamed for things I didn’t do, punished for existing, lost the girl I loved, and was set up by my own family. Five years in a place not meant for me—cold walls, hard floors, heavy silence. I watched the world move on while I waited, refusing to break. Through every blow and lie, I got back up. Not because I was strong, but because I had no choice. I refused to disappear.

Dominic slammed his bare foot onto the metal roof at the exact same millisecond, channeling his residual Alpha mass to anchor my gravity well. The air didn't just thin—it compressed with the force of a hydraulic press. CRACK. The massive, reinforced steel pillars supporting Vance’s elevated observation platform violently buckled inward. The reversed gravity vector tore the bolts straight out of the concrete walls with the sound of a firing squad. "What?! The grid is collapsing!" the tech specialist screamed, his console exploding in a shower of white-hot sparks as the platform tilted at a sickening forty-five-degree angle. The lead Stalker lost his footing, his heavy armor sending him slidin

"You jump and you die. Generation One isn't stable enough for dimension-shifting during gravitational acceleration. You'll fragment. You'll dissolve. You'll scatter across realities where we cannot recover you. Your family will never see you again. Grace will grow up knowing mother chose death over training. Albert will spend rest of his life wondering if cooperation would have saved you." "Or I jump and I escape. Or I jump and I learn to control abilities through survival necessity. Or I jump and I discover what Elena actually designed me to be without Council interference." I leaned backward. Felt gravity pulling. Felt the transformation accelerating as adrenaline triggered protocols Elena

Its presence made the air taste metallic. “You are interfering with structural recalibration,” it repeated. Aeron’s silver eyes sharpened. “I am participating.” The entity tilted its head. “Participation unauthorized.” Caius choked behind Aeron as invisible pressure tightened around his chest. Blood slipped from his nose. “Aeron—” The ground buckled. The citadel’s foundation fractured into floating segments. The entity extended one arm— And gravity reversed in a narrow column directly above Caius. The boy lifted off the ground violently, pulled toward a collapsing seam in reality.