Don't Let Me Fall Book Novels & Stories

Fear began to creep into me as the book got hotter, if I couldn’t let it go I would burn out. “Ma, help me!” I cried. I know Mama can’t help me but she is still the person I would call if I need help. Gradually the light that illuminates the book grew as it got hotter. I cried incessantly because of fear and pain. I no longer knew what was happening, when suddenly the book fell from my hand at the same time as I fell. I seem to have lost all my physical strength. I forced myself to crawl to get away from this place, but I couldn’t get away. The light eventually enveloped the entire condo until I saw another place when I woke up.

though this is also a famous initial of a fast-food chain here - Mac Ivs, it was bound to make a misunderstanding to a narcissist guy like him. "HOLY COW!!!KEI!!!" Queshia accidentally said out loud forgetting that they were still inside the library, so they got scolded at, and was about to get kicked out when the librarian saw Zian sleeping, but good thing he already woke up and it looked like that he was just scratching his eyes with his palms, so they just went outside to avoid more complications inside the library. Queshia explained what happened to Kei, Jessie and Zian.

And it made her want to crumble. “I can’t,” she whispered again, more fragile this time. “You can,” he said, gently, almost pleading. “You just think you can’t. And I won’t let you hide anymore. Not from me. Not from us.” Her hand shook slightly. She wanted to step back, to retreat to the safety of distance and duty. But she didn’t. She stood still, her chest tight, her eyes locked on his. The rain outside the library tapped against the windows, a soft, steady reminder that the world continued despite the chaos in their hearts.

She's worried I'll get hurt, which I guess is valid since I can actually get hurt when I'm in one of her books. I will not get hurt though I've always caught myself before hitting the ground, so why would this time be different? I tell myself despite everything that has never happened that now happened today. Sure, it is a lot higher than I've ever done before, but I'm sure it will be fine. I leaned back as far as my boots would let me before tapping the off button with my right heel. Instantly my body fell the way I was leaning, and in a matter of seconds I was falling headfirst to the ground. Wait, what was I supposed to say? Oh yeah, please don't do this at home.

The wheels underneath made me hesitate a little with each step I took, but I continued nonetheless, stretching my arm as far as I could to try and reach the book… “What are you doing here?” an angry growl startled even my soul, and with a scream stuck in my throat, I felt my foot slip on one of the steps, completely throwing me off balance… However, when I closed my eyes and felt my body fall, instead of hitting the ground, something very different caught me. It wasn't exactly soft, but it wrapped around my waist and hips, almost like… I opened my eyes and, when I met my husband's irritated expression staring at me, I couldn't help but wonder if falling to the ground wouldn't have been a bet

Below is nothing but the hard stone courtyard, glinting with broken light, waiting to crush me. My heels scrape desperately, searching for purchase. My arms flail, my fingers claw at the empty air, panic tearing through me with a ferocity I cannot control. My heart slams against my ribs, my scream lodged in my throat. I am falling. Time slows. The world tilts. The faces of the crowd blur into streaks of color, their mouths opening in shock, their hands reaching out too late. But I never hit the ground. Strong arms wrap around me in a sudden rush of warmth and power. My fall halts with such force that the breath is knocked from my lungs. I collide with a chest, steady and unyielding, the scen

Vincenzo’s dark soulless eyes bore into mine, making my inside cuddle, but I had no intention of showing him how much of an effect he had on me. “You’re right, Little Ballerina…” he nodded, terrifying brutality lurk in his eyes as he strode towards me. His steps were slow, languid and prey-like. And as a human, my instinct kicked in to do the needful. RUN. But instead, I stood my ground, trying to steady my trembling legs which already had enough of my weight and wanted out when I needed it the most. “But when you see yourself surrounded in a puddle of blood, what should you do?” He stopped right in front of me, towering over me like a god.

I decided I would go persuade him a little. I couldn't wait any longer. The book was not distracting me at all. I got up, put on a short white robe and headed to the kitchen. His office door was still open. He looked up at me. I smiled and walked towards the cookies that Henry had left on the counter. I grabbed two and accidentally dropped one. I looked back to make sure he was the only one watching and then bent down showing him my whole ass as I did. I looked back and winked at him. I could see the carnal need in his eyes. It worked. "Hey Fellas, I am getting tired. We have to go early to the city so I think I am going call it a night." They weren't phased by seeing me as they walked out.

And then I hesitated. It wasn’t fear that stopped me—not exactly. It was the sudden, overwhelming realization of how ridiculous this was. Here I was, the once-great Carmenta Bloom, about to jump off a veranda like some kind of runaway teenager. It was pathetic, really. But what other choice did I have? Stay here, trapped in this gilded cage, with him always watching, always judging? No. I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t. I let go. The fall was shorter than I expected, the impact jarring but not unbearable. I landed on my feet, my knees bending to absorb the shock, and for a moment, I just stood there, breathing heavily, my heart racing. I had done it. I was free.

Weird,usually he isn't free for anything but work. We went to the bookshop first and there it was, the books I wanted. Books by Ana Huang. The trainer was a boy, dark haired and tall. "Would that be all, pretty girl? ", he asked with a flirty smirk. " Yes,... " I was about to thank him when Rowan answered. "Is that all love? " while snaking his arms around my waist and giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Yes? ", confusion took over my entire face. And the guy was staring straight at where his hand was.