Drama Falling Novels & Stories

Falling was not an action. It was a surrender. The white corridor shattered into fragments of light and glass, breaking away beneath Ronan’s feet as if reality itself had decided they were no longer worth supporting. Kiera screamed his name inside the mindscape—raw, panicked, endless—and the sound ripped through him harder than any physical blow. Ronan tightened his grip around her without thinking. The world tilted. Then dropped. They fell through layers. Not downward in a straight line, but through—past rooms that peeled away like half‑remembered dreams. He saw flashes as they plunged:

CHAPTER 193 – THE FALL I didn’t feel the floor disappear. One moment Damon’s hand was reaching for me, the next my body dropped straight through the opening like the chamber had swallowed me whole. Air rushed past my ears. I tried to scream but nothing came out. My arms flailed until they found nothing to grab. My chest burned from the force of the fall. My name echoed above me. “Ella” Damon’s voice. I twisted upward but all I saw was a shrinking circle of blue light high above. His silhouette leaned over the edge. His arm stretched down like he could pull me out of the air.

JThe Ultimate Choice Before I could stop him, Damien turned back, his gaze locking on Natalia, breathing sharp. “I’m ending this,” he growled. Damien hit the detonator switch, triggering hidden explosives buried beneath the dock’s central core. The entire platform erupted, shattering into a violent storm of fire, steel, and collapsing debris. The Fall I screamed his name, reaching for him as Damien fell, dragging Natalia with him into the burning abyss. The explosion consumed the entire dock, swallowing them into the storm-tossed ocean below.

The hallway looked longer and narrower like an endless tunnel but with this tunnel, I knew I wouldn’t see any light at the end it. The nurse shoes made soft noise against the tiles as she pushed my wheelchair further away from Damien’s room—away from the man who once held my heart, and who had now shattered it into pieces too small to gather.

All he could remember was the sound of gunfire, echoing off the hollow air of Spring Street, falling windows, echoing off brick walls like some mentally unstable orchestra. He remembered Darcy's body falling, the tall man collapsing with that strange theatrical grace of someone who had thought he was untouchable until the very last second. And sweet, unwise Sandra, jumping to her death with a scream.

Standing in the dressing room, my hands fidgeting, thinking on whether I should escape or not. I was about to get married to my crush that every girl dreamt of marrying but there was a huge problem. I am just a replacement for his ex-lover and I thought he loved me but nope I was wrong. I regret every second I spent with him. taking a handful of my long wedding dress, I ran towards the escape plan and setup. There was a cab waiting for me outside but a few blocks away. I ran and ran till I reached the cab, not looking back. time to change everything and make this one die.

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I try to yell out to Damon, to tell him I think he made a mistake, but I can’t get the sound out. I’m falling, falling into nothingness.

The timing was key. “I’m only too happy to be of service to you, my Alpha,” cooed Stephanie, and Connor picked up on it. He found her extremely attractive but wasn’t quite sure if she was ‘the one’ to select as his Luna. Yes, she was feisty and ruthless like him, but she would first need to prove herself. He would definitely be keeping a close eye on her. Stephanie began to stand up when she was dismissed by Connor. Her foot caught the edge of the rug and she lost her balance and fell forward. Connor was luckily there to catch her or she would have hit her head against the corner of his desk.

Fallen. With the flow of the moment and that one kiss, yet rather an intended howl of someone who’s definitely fallen but he just does not dare to admit it himself. Read by the heavens or rather a play of fates trick, Andrea screams. “Oh my gosh!” Surprised as she almost drops the basket of fruits she’s been carrying.