Dramatic Fall Novels & Stories

My baby better be alright, he has to be. Drew removes the needles in his arm when he processes what is happening and leaves the room to get the doctor. I walk slowly, each step more painful than the previous and attempt to sit on the chair. When Drew comes back he stands in the centre of the room. Eyes going wide when he looks at me, he points at me, attempting to say something but his mouth only opens and closes without a single word. “What is it?” I ask him through gritted teeth, “And where are the goddamn doctors? It feels like I’m fucking dying!”

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.

The two girls happily hugged each other and the droplets started rotating causing the lights to be reflected in different directions. Mia was amazed at what she saw. She was beginning to doubt that it was real when the door creaked and Damon walked in. She was startled when she heard the noise and shocked when she saw Damon holding a tray. She could recognize him from his blue hair. She had to admit that Damon was very handsome rather, the most handsome man she had ever seen. "Sorry I startled you". He said almost with an expressionless face. He looked quite nervous so he quietly dropped the tray of food. Karen noticed the little creature she saw earlier jumping on his head and she flinched

Dave with a clipboard in hand and mum closely behind him. "You're finally awake," he said as he moved closer to the bed to check on the machines. Mum was rooted by door with bloodshot eyes and tears streaming down her face. She didn't move or utter any word. "What happened?" I croaked. Dr. Dave stood in front of me with a small smile on his face and a glass of water. "Drink this," he said. "Your blood oxygen level was significantly low and not enough oxygenated blood was reaching your brain. So as a result, you collapsed but thankfully your friends brought you in just in time."

All I can hear a bird chirping. Then I winched as I feel someone grab my wrist. "Babe don't do this? I know you love me right?" He said to me and try to kiss me. But I kneel him between his legs making him scream for pain. I run and I saw a door, thank God it's opened. I went outside and my eyes immediately wander. I saw a big tree and hide from there. I saw him almost reaching me and I began to move but the next things I see I am in the edge of a cliff. I can see him getting near me and I'm running out of choice. So I decide to better jump and die than to be rape by a creepy stalker.

I stared at the message until the screen blurred with tears. Genevieve had taken everything. My fiancé. My family. My job. My reputation. And I had nothing left to fight her with. I was Diana Pembroke, and I had officially hit rock bottom. I just didn’t know how much further I had left to fall.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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.

I fell down to my knees on the 7th step and prayed I’d somehow make it out alive. I tried to get back up on my feet but a tall body appeared in front of me and hauled me up to my feet. "I finished counting, Rapunzel." His breath hit the side of my face like a knife and I screamed out for help while squirming in his hands. I was turning around agressively in his hands, trying to escape his grip, but my right foot slipped on the step and I fell backwards. As a last resort, I clutched the man's hand for support, only to end up falling off the stairs with him on top of me.

It was amazing to Claudia how long a split second could feel when a person was castigating themselves for making a very bad decision. She screamed in terror, her arms still locked around Dante's neck, as she fell through the air, hoping desperately that pool tiles didn't hurt too much after a thirty-foot fall. They missed the tiles and hit the pool together, the force of their entry driving them to the bottom. Claudia bent her knees, but the impact was minimal. She let go of Dante's neck and pushing her feet against the concrete bottom, propelling herself back up.

For a second too long. Then again. Just to be sure. It hasn’t changed. “Is that accurate?” I ask quietly. “Yes.” “How fast?” “Since the announcement.” I exhale slowly. The drop isn’t gradual. It’s sharp. Steep. Almost vertical. “That’s panic,” I say. “Yes.” “And Richard?” Damien’s expression doesn’t change. “Positioning.” Of course he is. “He didn’t cause the collapse,” Damien continues. “He created the conditions for it.”