Drama Falling Novels & Stories

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.

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.

And then, as quickly as the hug began, it ended. Damien pushed her away, not gently, but with a sudden, forceful shove. Nora, already off balance, stumbled backward, her feet tangling. She fell to the ground with a soft thud. The sound echoed in the sudden silence of the room, a stark punctuation mark to the drama. But Nora didn't register the pain of the fall. She lay there, sprawled on the polished floor, her eyes wide, shocked, and fixed solely on Damien. The expression on her face was one of utter bewilderment, as if the ground beneath her had just betrayed her in the worst way that she had ever seen.

Melissa Falling is a lot like drowning. The world doesn't rush past you—it closes in around you. Air is ripped from your lungs, pressure crushes the ribs from your chest, and your head reaches out for something solid, something that will never come. That's what it felt like when the ground vanished beneath us, the manor collapsing into a sinkhole of flames and smoke. One minute I was clinging to Jamal, my cheek pressed against the heat of his chest, the next I was airborne, the earth gone, plummeting into a black abyss with only terror keeping me whole.

Roy shifted nearer to Jeremy and waited for the next announcement. Soon the same man as before went up the stage and announced that the stage play by the drama club will begin in a couple of minutes. The curtains rolled in and many whispers came to Roy's ears. A particular nasal voice caught his attention. The person was definitely trying her best to lower her voice but unfortunately her voice just didn't fit to be like that. "This drama is going to be super cool." The voice said and soon another announcement silenced the chattering audience. The narrator from the stage first announced the drama name―which was probably named 'The Wings of the Dove by Henry James'.

But George held her still, tightening his hold on her arm Teary-eyed, and looking down at his feet, due to the camera pointing themselves at them, several flashes were going on around them. His friends all stood up, watching the exchanges between Stacy and George “Can you at least for the sake of old times not go now, please? “ “And why not?” Stacy replied hurriedly, she was in a hurry to leave, it was scary enough that Marie did not show up at all. The main person she wanted to watch the drama was not there, it was a futile exercise.

"Renee, I know you don't want to see me, but let me be selfish once more. I promise this is the last time I'll be here." After another bout of silence, he sighed heavily, his warm breath forming a soft cloud in the air. I stood beside him and watched him calmly. I scrutinized the young man I'd once loved with all my heart. He pulled a dagger from his pocket and slit his wrist without hesitation. His blood spilled all over the snow, turning it crimson. It pooled at my gravestone as he collapsed before it. Marcus had killed himself. The cold wind pulled a piece of paper from his coat pocket, making it fall to the ground. It fell open, revealing its contents to me.

she asked, smiling fondly at us. “We are trying to find a film to watch but can't agree” Sarah poured herself a glass of wine and plopped down on the couch next to me. After some more arguing, we settled on Me before you, even though Asher wasn't thrilled about it. Nathan walked in as both his mother and I were crying, he looked horrified, and his eyes immediately flew to Asher. “What the hell is going on”. “Chick Flick”, Asher said, rolling his eyes and stuffing popcorn in his mouth. Nathan walked into the kitchen and came back with a box of tissues and sat them on the table in front of us as he sat down, stealing the popcorn bowl from Asher.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐙𝐨𝐧𝐞 The iron grate clattered shut above them with the sound echoing like a gunshot through the narrow brick shaft. Maya fell through the darkness, her stomach lurching as gravity briefly took hold, until her boots hit a layer of cold, stagnant water with a heavy splash.

"In these dreams, I saw you. A woman I'd never met. Pregnant. Terrified. Falling down a staircase." My breath caught. "I saw your face so clearly. Every detail. The terror in your eyes. The way you tried to catch yourself. The moment you realized you were going to die." His voice roughened. "And I saw him standing at the top of the stairs. Your husband. Damien Anderson. Watching you fall. Doing nothing to help." "Calloway—" "You promised not to interrupt." He held up a hand. "These dreams came every night for weeks. Same scene. Same staircase. Same ending. You falling. Dying. Blood everywhere. And I couldn't do anything to stop it because I wasn't there."