Defying Gravity Edit Novels & Stories

‘I'm sorry, Mom.’ ‘I'm sorry, Eve.’ ‘I still couldn’t escape.’ I curled up on the ground in despair, staring blankly at my father’s twisted, angry face. There was no one left to save me now. Living was so exhausting, but I had to keep going. I had to live for them. I glared at my dad, my eyes filled with defiance. "Dad, if you kill me, there will be no one left to take care of you."

My grip tightens despite the agony, refusing to let him land the fatal blow. He grunts in frustration, yanking the knife free with a violent tug. The force sends me stumbling, my grip on him loosening. Before I can recover, he kicks me hard in the chest, and I’m sent flying off the edge of the building. For a split second, there’s nothing but air beneath me. I feel the weightlessness, the dizzying pull of gravity. But just before I plunge into the void, my hand catches the edge of the rooftop. My fingers dig into the concrete, my entire body dangling above.

“…you continue to resist…” “…even now…” “…even after understanding…” “…you are still choosing defiance…” Leon steps slightly forward. Placing himself between me and— everything. “Yeah,” he says. “…because that’s what we do.” Silence. Then— “…then show me…” The ground cracks beneath our feet. Energy erupts— not dark— not light— just pure force. Uncontrolled. Expanding outward— like it’s testing its limits. “…show me what makes you worth preserving…”

A moment ago, she was the picture of elegance, but now she was panicking and looked nothing like a noble lady. She put some distance between her and Jackie. Quietly, she defended herself, "I-I had no idea this would've happened. You promised you'd tell everyone that I'm your woman—" "Shut up!" Jackie roared, but he had lost his old confidence. There was only panic. He scanned the area and finally saw the manager hanging nearby. That was his lifeline. He darted over and grabbed him by the collar. "Turn the screen off right now! And kick those people out!"

Sandra looked utterly disappointed as she fixed her gaze on me. "Fred, when did you become so scheming and shameless? You're using every dirty trick in the book!" The moment their own interests were affected, everyone couldn't sit still and started protesting. "Yeah, this isn't fair to us!" "This is a total fix—pure manipulation! If the result is already predetermined, why hold a bid meeting in the first place? Are we a joke to you?" I looked icily at Sandra and Lester, enunciating each word as I said, "I won the bid based on my abilities. My conscience is clear. And the reason that you didn't win is simple enough. Who would partner with a company that's already blown up?"

He crossed a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. The young man sneered, and a gray path order appeared around him. Tremendous pressure filled the ring, and Stanley crashed into the ground. The path order of gravity! It could change the gravity in the surroundings. Due to Stanley’s sturdy build, his body became heavier and crashed into the ground hard when the path order of gravity appeared. However, the magnificent floor was unharmed. The ring made of a great path was very strong!

She grinds her lower half on me and I groan. “Please,” she begs, sounding like she was going to cry. “Don’t regret this in the morning,” I tell her and she shakes her head but continues to grind her lower half on me and I lost it and buried myself full length inside her. A scream rips out of her mouth when I enter her, and that makes me stop and look at her.

Why did it seem everything was suddenly moving a mile a minute? Something was wrong with her, but she couldn’t tell exactly what it was. It seemed her body had been separated from her subconscious. She struggled to make her brain wake up from the dizzy haze it was caught in. she forced her body to obey her mind. she frantically kicked and pulled and pushed but it didn’t seem to be getting her anywhere. Soon, she felt another prick. A little pain. And, then her frantic struggle became less coordinated and sloppy. She could feel herself slipping beneath the dark, cold blackness. She struggled and struggled till she could struggle no more.

“Hai tre secondi per scendre da quella bici e venire da. Solo. [You have three seconds to get off that bike and come to me. Alone.]” I inhale a shaky breath. “Come back for us,” as I dismount the dirt bike, I remove my helmet, and hold it out for Dmitri to take. “I’ll be fine,” I whisper as I witness the sensation of defiance and rage gleaming in his eyes. Leaning forward, I press my lips against his, for I do not know if this will be the last time I will see him alive. “They can’t break me any more than they already have,” I mutter softly against his lips.

"You think I am scared of death? Go right ahead and kill me but I will die with my head upright and with my heart light because I didn't betray my people." "Very well." Constantine/Damien pulled out a gun from one of the warrior's straps and there was a resounding bang that had everyone at attention. Eden collapsed on the ground, blood spilling. Damien shot her again and again and again like a possessed person until he was out of bullets. Then he looked at the rest of the council members and smirked. "Who's next?" He has really lost his mind although it didn't seem like he had much of it to start with.