Dramatic Fall Novels & Stories

Pausing in the middle of yanking my jeans up my lithe legs, I almost fell forward at Silas’s revelation, but I caught myself at the last moment, a dresser nearby taking the brunt of my fall as I stuck my hand out just in time. As I quickly zipped my jeans and did up the button, I considered what I’d witnessed for myself. Vaguely, I recalled thinking the acidic rain had been falling more than it had when I’d initially left the fallout shelter, but I didn’t have a huge time of reference to go on. I wasn’t sure how Silas knew what was coming, but I wouldn’t discount his warning either. The time sensitivity had me close to teetering over the edge, anxiety threatening to take the reins, but I man

“Do it. You’ll be dead before you hit the ground.” We stood frozen. I couldn’t breathe. Then—* A click. But not from Graham.* From behind him. “Drop the gun,” Maya’s voice rang out. Graham stiffened. His head turned, just enough to see the barrel of a pistol pressed to the back of his skull. He cursed under his breath. “Now,” she said. He dropped it. Jillian moved quickly, grabbing the gun, yanking Graham forward by the collar, and slamming him against the wall with a force that made my bones rattle.

The nightmare grips me like a vice, dragging me under its suffocating weight. I see Neil, standing precariously at the edge of the under-construction building. He wavers, his arms flailing, and before I can scream, he falls. The sickening thud of his skull hitting the concrete below reverberates in my chest, sharp and deafening.

It all went down in a slow motion as she watched him let go of his hold on her and started falling to the ground. Zane wasted no time in darting towards him and stabbing him with a knife. "Uh...So...she ..was..right after all...I ended up dieing the same day she died... Till the end, she still had control over me," Darren said as he breathed his last. Shirley fell to the floor, too exhausted to move or say anything else. The moment her eyes feel on Zane's dark own, she knew that it was finally over.

"Please. You're losing blood." "I said don't fucking look at me!" he roared, throwing the whiskey bottle against the wall. It shattered, glass and amber liquid spraying across the marble floor. I jumped back, my hands flying to my belly protectively. Drake's chest heaved. He stared at the shattered glass, his shoulders trembling. And then, his knees buckled. He collapsed. Not with a dramatic crash, but with a heavy, defeated slump. He fell to his knees on the marble floor, surrounded by broken glass, his head hanging low.

He drove me furiously for me to transform into someone I never thought I would’ve. I could’ve stopped myself and let myself lose that day. I didn’t. While he was bragging about how strong he is, and how he can be the next Alexander the Great or Samson, I used all of my force to pull him down. His body dropped to the ground then I raged into the fire. I did not know what happened next. What I can remember was that I was using my force to fight him. Then I lost consciousness. While dreaming, I glanced at where I was falling. I saw bricks and stones scattered on the ground. My fall would be painful in real life. Maybe in dreams as well.

“I don’t need that information, Diana. That deal was long voided when I accepted you as my second chance mate as I am your chosen mate.” “Dylan…” This time, the upper floors started to fall down. With the ceiling almost gone, they would be crushed if they remained there. Diana knew that time was catching up to her. The backlash of the Brivago was growing nearer by the minute. A gaze filled with unwillingness stared at Dylan. Shifting forcefully, Dylan’s wolf banged the barrier as if his life depended on it. His beast eyes, which would forever remain beautiful in Diana’s memory, were filled with overflowing tears.

There's nothing wrong, everything's fine, I just have to want it. My lower muscles start to tremble and so does my whole body, I don't let go and keep pushing, inadvertently I push the chair backwards and fall against the tiles with a thud, completely naked. I groan in pain. "Dammit! " The bathroom door opens and several people rush in. "Drake?"

Xander was rooted to the spot, his blue eyes twinkling with surprise. "Hey guys, sorry I just remembered there was a ... Oh my God!," Zion exclaimed when he saw the ladies they came to help. ************************************** "Stacyyy," Alexandria slurred as she wobbled towards the car with her friends. "What?" Stacy whined, leaning on Alexandria as she staggered. "You're gonna make me fall," Alexandria hiccupped, her brown eyes dilating with intoxication. "No, I'm not, see?" Stacy giggled as she let go of Alexandria.

The rain lashed against their terrified eyes as the realization of their catastrophic mistake hit them. Then, the merciless law of gravity violently reclaimed them. Their screams were instantaneous and primal, but they were instantly swallowed by the howling wind as they plummeted. Eight hundred feet of empty, freezing air waited below them. They fell through the darkness, their limbs flailing wildly, their expensive suits flapping like broken wings. They fell past the glittering, indifferent windows of the Blackwood Spire, a rain of tactical gear, silk ties, and broken ambitions, plummeting at terminal velocity toward the merciless, unforgiving concrete of the Chicago city streets.