Don't Let Me Fall Book Novels & Stories

My gaze stays locked on hers as I press it in, quieter now— “You won’t.” “Get up,” she snaps, already turning away. I push my hand against the ground. Try to stand. The world tilts before I’m halfway up. My leg gives first—then the rest of me follows, too slow to catch it, too weak to stop it— I brace for the impact that never comes. Instead—fingers clamp around my arm. Firm. Unyielding. Hers. The force of it halts the fall just enough to jar through me, pain flaring white-hot as my weight drags into her.

“She’ll be at the shelter Friday night. After the meal run. If she wants to talk, she’ll step outside. If she doesn’t, don’t follow her. Don’t make this worse.” Meekey nodded, hands trembling slightly. “Thank you.” Zoe stood. “Don’t thank me yet. You’ve got one shot.” As she walked away, Meekey gripped the note in her hand like it was made of glass. One shot. And this time, she wasn’t going to miss.

Irene sighed as she replaced her lipstick on the table, then grabbed her bag and stepped outside. When she was about to open the door, Irene collided with Noah, who had returned to his apartment unit to retrieve his cell phone, which had been left on the couch. They were both shocked until Irene fell. Noah, on the other hand, quickly snatched Irene's body into his arms. "You should be careful," said Noah. Irene stared at Noah before standing up straight to get away from Noah's arms. "You should be the one who is careful." Irene protested later, "I almost fell because of you."

Her remorse no longer meant anything to me. … I finally woke up in the real world. Many people in mechanical suits were observing my condition. "Mr. Anderson, do you feel any discomfort?" I shook my head and replied, "No. I'm fine." Just then, someone rushed in and said, "Experiment No. 812 has awakened. She strongly requests to see you." Everyone around me cheered. "We've succeeded! The project is a success!" "This is wonderful! There's hope for my brother to make a full recovery now!"

“I’ve been climbing this same ladder since the day I became the Alpha of Frost Fang. I’ve never fallen once. I’m not going to suddenly fall now just because you’re standing there watching me.” The words had barely left my mouth when the ladder gave a dangerous wobble beneath my feet. One of the lower rungs shifted with a loud creak. My balance faltered. “Lara—!” I gasped as gravity took over. My foot slipped completely. The book fell from my grasp as I tumbled backward, arms flailing. Strong arms caught me mid-fall. Matteo had rushed forward, but the force of my fall was too much. We crashed to the floor together in a tangled heap. I landed directly on top of him with a heavy thud, knocking

Once I’m sure Nancy’s going to be alright, I find my way to the living room where I try to get a crack on an assignment which is due tomorrow, the background sound of some random adult animation Theo has on my only source of entertainment. The hairs at the back of my neck rise up and I raise my head up from the screen to find Theo pretty interested in what’s happening on the screen—a naked man running while being chased by the cops. I return to my books and once again it’s there. I have a very rigid training on how to know when someone’s staring at you. “You should stop texting me, you know.” Theo’s voice stops me in my tracks. “But I’m not texting you.” I stopped days ago.

And yet, he did. I didn’t need to ask. I just walked away—slowly—making sure he was watching. Later that night, curled up in bed, my muscles aching in a strangely satisfying way, I stared at the ceiling. Everything was changing. Falling into place… or falling apart. I wasn’t sure which yet. There was a knock on my door. I sat up. “Yes?” The door creaked open, and Jillian walked in holding a small black folder. “What’s that?” I asked, patting the space beside me.

" Hannah was your first love, she taught you love, she helped you in a moment of need when not even your parents stood by you, she defended you from your own brother and she gave you a safe place, she protected you and in a way she saved you. Now she's away and you feel guilty because while she's there, you're here feeling something for someone other than her. First of all my love, you shouldn't feel guilty for falling in love, that isn't something you can control, maybe you're not even falling in love ,maybe you're confused and that's all. But if you are falling in love with this girl, you can't really do much about it, can you? You can't be with Hannah if you don't love her just because yo

I didn't want to see any more of his messages nor hear my phone ring ever again. I sat on my bed, unmoving for the whole night. Even as the sky outside turned pale with the first light of dawn, sleep never came. Instead, my mind drifted back to the first time I met him. The memory was still vivid. It was at a debate competition. I had supported the idea of love growing over time, tearing apart the opposition's case piece by piece. And Zachary—he had been their first speaker. The day he confessed to me, it had rained heavily. But no amount of rain could put out the fire in his eyes.

I needed a textbook so I could answer the question I was working on, so I told Jasmine that I would be right back. I stood up and headed for the section where the textbook I needed was. I let my hair down then repacked it firmly before I checked through some books. After a while, I eventually found the one I was looking for, but it was way above my height. As I reached out my hand to pick the book, someone pressed me against the bookshelf and grabbed the book. I turned around immediately and that was when I recognized the person. It was Ryker. A sense of Déjà vu washed over me as I remembered the first time we met at a mall.