Drama Falling Novels & Stories

It lay there smouldering for a moment before it rolled off the platform and fell several feet into a pile of waste in the yard below. Neither of the men on the stairway saw it. In the darkness, as the heavy office door swung behind them they hit each other and were entangled with each other's body. The darkness seemed doubly accentuated by their silent struggle to defeat each other as they were very evenly matched. They swayed and hit each other between the main wall and the wooden rail of the staircase until, suddenly, in the darkness, one of them caught his foot in something and fell down the stairs. Madly, blindly, the other lashed out and a heavy body went crashing through the rail to fa

“Lena, it's okay. I will get you. Don't be scared, my heart. “ Ignoring the tear of his muscles, he descended the cliff further, not bothered by what it caused him and the huge risk he might fall but he focused on Selena. Alexander worked hard as the weakened rope sounded like a bristle abrasive sponge being cut. He can't lose Selena. “I am falling! It's about to snap.“ Selena cried, her heart burning as she felt one with air, her weight breaking the ropes into tiny pieces of thread. Shit… Xander cursed inwardly hanging from just a hand on a holed section in the slanted piece of rock hanging in the air. Nausea ran up her throat, her lungs stopped functioning as the final thread broke, a huge

Nadia laid in the piles of clothes that’d been sprawled about her and she tried to gather them with one hand as the other rubbed her ass that must’ve been sore from the fall. I, on the other hand, struggled to regain my balance as an icy chill threatened to ruin me as I watched her. No matter how badly I wanted to go to her and help her up, I didn't trust that I knew the difference between what was real and what was simply a fragment of my imagination so I was scared to move. “I'm the one who fell, yet you seem like you've seen a ghost, Layla” She finally stood to her feet, and her words confirmed that she’d really fallen.

I could make out through my blurry focus that Scarlet was trying to drag herself towards me, telling me something but I couldn't hear her. I could hear the things falling, falling into pieces. I could feel my roof collapsing, and that's when I lifted my eyes above. The ceiling that was over our basement, crumbled and I watched it fall, Fall on us in slow motion. And I watched it fall, transfixed by it all. Because I knew that I couldn't do anything anymore. I welcomed the pain that came when the ceiling covered me beneath it, taking my breath away. ***********************************************************************************************

Echoing like a death sentence. “NO!” Damon yelled. Aria felt her heart collapse. Adrian staggered backward… Blood spreading across his shirt. He fell to his knees. He looked at Damon—eyes glassy but relieved. “I told you,” Adrian whispered. “I could fix… something.” Then he collapsed fully onto the floor. Damon dropped beside him, catching him before his head hit the ground. “Adrian!” Damon shouted. “Adrian—stay with me!” Aria knelt on the other side, tears rushing down her face.

He looked pained, like he didn’t want to hear that. “You’re not,” he said quietly. “But I am, Jillian,” I whispered. “Because I’m falling for you. And I hate it.” His breath hitched. For once, he had no words. I turned away, but he caught my wrist again—gentler this time. “I’m falling too, Christy,” he said. “That’s why this is so messed up.” I froze. “I never wanted to feel anything for you. This marriage… it was supposed to be a contract. A means to an end. But now… I can’t stop thinking about you. Even when I try. Even when Alyssa’s in front of me, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Isabelle's chest was heaving with a powerful combination of wrath, unsettling need, and rising resistance. How could this arrogant, pretentious Alpha male make such inflammatory assumptions? She opened her mouth, preparing to lance him, when an unmistakable noise on his end gave her pause. The sound of fabric being torn was distinct. Her eyes fluttered shut despite herself, excitement sheening her skin as slick pictured him throwing off that tantalizing robe and standing gloriously naked before her. Her knees trembled as she saw the vivid, scorchingly sensual image.

“Don’t tell me what I’m feeling.” “Then stop acting like this is something it’s not.” His hands gripped my shoulders, not rough but firm. “This is a contract. This is business. Stop looking at me like you want it to be more.” “I don’t—” “Yes, you do. I see it every time you look at me. Every time I touch you in public and you lean into it like it’s real. Every time we’re alone and you forget to keep your guard up.” His thumb brushed my collarbone. “You’re falling, Diana. And I need you to stop.”

And at the precise moment when the emotion flames in her eyes—anger, pain, guilt, whatever—I will let myself fall. A fall. Controlled. Measured. A ledge. A terrace a bit too high. A sharp noise, a muffled scream. And me, sprawled out. Short of breath. Trembling. Perhaps a tear, for the final touch. People would turn around. They would have seen just enough. They would have seen her, too close. Me, on the ground. And their brains, hungry for drama, would do the rest. She would be the one who pushed me. Or the one who could have.

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa