Falling Into You Novels & Stories

I groan into my hands. He looks at me with a soft, dangerous, possessive smile. “It’s happening,” he murmurs. “What is?!” “You.” “ME WHAT?!” “Falling.” I choke. “I—I AM NOT—” “You are.” “I AM ABSOLUTELY NOT—” He leans in. Whispers: “Yes you are.” I die. Again. And again. And again. Because he’s right. And he knows it. And I know it. And this is only getting worse.

Annalise's POV I'm falling. You know that dream where you're falling, and just as you’re about to hit the ground, you jerk awake? Yeah, it’s exactly like that—except this time, I actually am falling. Eyes wide, I twist to see the ground rushing up to meet me. Channeling my powers, I slow my descent into a controlled drop, landing with one knee down and my fist pressed to the ground.

Stars gone falling down Like a snow ball falling to the ground Halsey is falling down Without you noticing, and she already hit the ground Hi! How are you? How was your weekend? Did you enjoyed it well? Did you sleep early? For me, my weekend was boring and frigid I haven't notice your smiles and laughters Nevertheless, I want to tell you something I can't exactly remember the date But I remember that scene vividly— A scene where I saw you smiling- smiling for that pretty girl dancing

The world falls into freefall, and I know, deep in my bones, this is it. This is where everything finally breaks.

You make not falling for you harder. ****

Don't you fall asleep! I fell into the pure darkness that was filling me up.

Sir was seriously waiting while the instrumental of the song started to sound. "Ok, I'll try my best," he promised. ** I think I'm falling, falling for you. My heart is beating fast, every time I see you. My hands and body are shaking and my heart is fluttering. So, girl I think, I'm falling for you.

Maybe this one time I will allow myself to fall, because I know, without a doubt, Winter will catch me when I fall. ***

Slowly, I started falling into a hole. I blacked out.

I tighten my grip, even as I feel the floor starting to shift and groan beneath us. The whole corner of the room gives way. The floor becomes a titled platform, a slide leading from the door down into the fiery pit that's opened up beneath us. We're sliding down, Oliver Castle and me on top of him, sliding and falling into the bonfire that once was a kitchen.