Falling Again But Not Into Your Arms Novels & Stories

I only have to move from here to the end of the bars using my hands to be done. So, freaking close. My hands are killing me. I don’t know how long I can hold on. I inhale then paused, recognizing that scent. Hanging twelve freaking feet by my arms in the air, legs dangling, and still, I just have to know. Is he…? Yes, he is. I think to myself as the tips of my fingers merely brush the first bar and I… fall.

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.

Three, four steps at a time, nearly on all fours like an animal. As the ground gives out beneath me, I fall into awaiting arms. The call of my name is so far away. Maybe it’s the possible concussion or maybe it’s the memory I can’t get out of my head, but the words, “you promised,” slip through my lips before everything goes dark.

"Make her fall in love with you and then tell her it's a bet when she has fallen for you." The rest at the table waited for my response. "Well, I accept it. I will make her fall for me." I agreed. "But don't you ever fall in love with her." Brandon warned. "I won't, it isn't the first time we are betting, anyways." I smirked at him. I never lose a bet, the guys know that. And this one will be the same.

I try to push higher. My leg trembles. My arm shakes. Strength slips again, faster this time, like my body is done cooperating. I drop back down, catching myself roughly with my hand before I hit the ground fully. The impact sends another jolt through me. “Shit,” I breathe out, my voice tighter now. I pause there, breathing unevenly, my chest rising and falling harder as I try to steady myself. Something feels off. Not just the pain. Something deeper. Heavier.

"Besides, that was just an internal presentation, not the actual competition." A fire burned in my chest, and my blood boiled in my veins. I snapped, "What do you take me for?" My sharp tone startled him, and a flicker of unease crossed his face. "Come on. Yvette is just a girl fresh out of the irony tower. I'm doing this to help her grow." I turned around and left, unwilling to hear his excuses. He called after me, but I didn't turn back. ... The next morning, I avoided leaving at the same time as Elliot.

There's barely any muscle in my arms but I inhale and put my every piece of energy into pulling. I barely lift my toes off. No...I can't fail here. With every second that passed, my friends came closer to getting hurt. "Come on!" I hiss and try again. My bones are trembling but I don't stop, pulling harder until I can see the forest spanning into the distance. I cry aloud and push on the window ledge but woefully slip back down to the ground. I land roughly. The tears start to fall now. It comes out slow, dramatically pooling at the edges of my eyes.

She forgets everything else but the pain, falling into a desperate, depressive state. In her arms is Jean, he had his head laid on her lap, their fingers intertwined and Cerise's tears falling onto his shirt. He had been explaining everything to her. And by everything he means himself and him stalking Cerise as well as what he has found out. Cerise doesn't know what her heart feels more broken for, herself or for Jean's story

The blow I took to the face would have killed her, without doubt. I’ll try the jump again myself. I back up to the door and take a running leap, and this time, my fingertips skim the ledge, but I can’t get a grip. I back up, try again, and fall. Then I pound on the door again until my shoulders and my heels are bruised. I can’t stop. If I give up, this is real, and I can’t let that be.

Her eyes went crimson as the pain flooded over her. She realized she had to flee from him as quickly as possible. Her instincts shouted for safety, pushing her to keep a safe distance from him. She noticed that the lift was not moving when she looked at the floor number. “Why…. why is this lift not moving”