Drama Falling Novels & Stories

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

xoxo Yours forever Emma The letter just fell from my hands with a shower of tears from my eyes, and I fell to the ground in despair and confusion. I did not know that she will not show up. Emma was everything to me, my soulmate, my best friend, and the image I wanted to see every day I woke up. I looked at the picture frame of the two of us, and I looked at her beautiful blue eyes, dark brown curly tresses over her shoulders, and her wheatish complexion. She was everything I dreamed her to be. She was always fond of using dresses with flowers during summer, and sweatshirts during winter. When it was time for her to dress up for a special occasion, she was the person to stand out in the whole

Diana wouldn’t stop crying and her outburst soon bordered on hysteria. “It was an accident. Daphne…she suddenly fell down the stairs. I tried…to help her…” Diana wailed even louder. Her entire face was streaked with tears and red with intense emotions. Everyone was clearly shocked, and no one dared to say a word. All the whispering and jeering had subsided as everyone got absorbed into the show that Diana was putting on. As if her performance wasn’t already convincing enough, Diana sank down to the floor and continued brawling her eyes out.

The door suddenly closed and she pushed me to the big hole and in an instant, I fell. I fall and fall like there is no end. “Aaaahh!!!” I shouted because of the never-ending fall. I saw her watching me fall with her cold eyes and emotionless face. I keep on falling like I was falling from a very tall building. The pressure is pulling me down. I don’t know where my falling ends but this is better than getting stuck in a place full of agony and hatred. I keep on falling and falling and falling…

he watch with a satisfied smirk as Roy falls off the balcony of the 13th floor. "Mummy!!" Roy shouts as he falls. T.b.c . Oh my goodness!! Not Roy.... please be save Roy. What is happening? Will Roy die? . .

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.