Falling Again But Not Into Your Arms Novels & Stories

For one single second. Then— she falls. Right in front of me. Again. And this time— I don’t know— If she’s getting back up.

My breath came in gasps. Tears blurred my vision. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. They couldn’t be mine. And I sure as hell couldn’t be theirs. Not after everything. Not after what they’d done. Not after who I’d been to them. So why do I want to fall back into his arms again?

Merrick was in cuffs too, but my vision was blurring, fingers curling tight in my lap. Not again, please God… “CALISTA! GET OFF ME! CALISTA!” Atlas's voice reached out to me, and I tried to hold on, but my fingers were so slippery…so very red. Again, I fell.

It seemed that the man below her had realized she was no longer comfortable because he began to twist and turn,, showing signs of waking up. Anaya remained still, trying as much as she could to relax so as not to wake him up and when his breathing returned back to normal, she let out a Shakey breath she wasn't aware she was holding. When she was sure he was comfortable, she ran her fingertips over his underarms again, just to be sure she wasn't hallucinating and she felt the same thing again. There was a scar on his underarms, it ran all the way to his elbow and Anaya was so sure that it wasn't a coincidence. She recalled that sometime in her younger years when she was ten, Marcelo had agree

Her legs trembled as she stood. For a second, the world tilted. Then she fell. Her knees hit the ground again. A sharp gasp escaped her lips. But she clenched her teeth and pushed herself back up. Again. And again. She fell. She stood. She fell. She stood. Each attempt weaker than the last, but she refused to stop. “I can’t… stay…” she breathed, her voice shaking. Her vision blurred, but she forced herself forward, step by step, dragging her broken body toward the door.

First I wobble on my feet when I try to reach higher and grab the tampon which of course makes me lose balance, I try to keep myself from falling by holding onto the woman’s shoulders but that is an even more terrible idea because she obviously hates me and wants me off her body as soon as possible. I know this because she pushes my hand away which has me reeling back. But I’m not one to give up so easily so I grab her shirt and we both tumble down to the ground. It would have been fine if our encounter ended her but of course not, I don’t have such good luck. The woman had unfortunately tried to grab the shelf to avoid falling down but like me she had failed and only sent all the tampons on

If he had indeed lost control of himself and kissed Archer then and there, then he would have been no different from Brutus, taking advantage of Archer while he was powerless. Archer suddenly felt another dizzy spell. He couldn't even stand on his feet anymore.

I turned and started storming away, splashing through puddles, hair sticking to my face, my clothes clinging to my skin. “I’m going to catch a cab. Far. Away. From. You.” I didn’t care if I had to walk ten blocks. But karma wasn’t done with me yet. My ballet flats slipped on the wet concrete, and I felt my foot skid. My heart leapt into my throat. I was falling, fast, backward, legs tangled. A scream clawed its way out. And then suddenly, I wasn’t falling. I was in his arms. Chest to chest. His hands gripped my waist. Mine clutching at his shirt.

His eyes are light green colour, mysterious and sharp. Esme whirled around too fast to face Leo Ashford, only to stumble when she stepped on the lace of her sneakers and twisted her foot. She stumbled dangerously. Before she could fall and embarrass herself even more, two strong arms grabbed her around her waist to stop the fall. He pulled her up. That force made her hard chest hit his. And he was not even using his full strength. Her cheeks tinted red and she took a step back and away from him. "Still as clumsy as ever" she heard him murmur mostly to himself.

~What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling What if I'm down? What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling~ -(Harry Styles) Falling --- --- --- --- --- --- --- Stefanos: I watched out from the large expanse of my window, as the curtains fluttered with the soft breeze singing outside the walls of the tower. The view of the garden outside was magnificent as always with a few flowers missing here and there.