Fight Falls Novels & Stories

Hannah whispered, trying not to alert anyone. Fatima looked out the window and tried to climb out as well and a shard cut her arm. "Fuck," she whispered and put her head back inside before trying again. Doing this felt like an eternity for her even if it's only been five minutes since she's tried getting out. After a few tries, she successfully puts her upper body out, she only needs to push the chair and let her entire body out. The only problem, the fall is high. "What the fuck? How'd you survive that fall!" Fatima exclaimed as Hannah looked like she didn't fall off a big height.

replied Professor Alex while looking at the Jaguar team's physical training. "Okay then. I'm going to check on their health now," said Doctor Catherine. Doctor Catherine leaves Professor Alex to meet the Jaguar team. "Eighty-four! Eighty-five!" said Ben counting the number of push ups that were being done by Eren and Jacob. Apparently they are competing who is stronger to do push ups. "Come on Eren, you can!" said Miyuki encouragingly. "Jacob, did you lose to Eren?" said Zoya heatedly Jacob.

With a crisp sound, Zhou Tian and the others all stepped on the ground and fell down! Like a bottomless abyss, they fell for five or six seconds before they fell heavily. Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! All of a sudden, Zhou Tian fell unconscious. The three witches, as well as the sister of Mage Fels, all fainted from the fall. The avalanche continued. The snow of more than ten thousand years poured down and filled the valley. Of course, the underground hole thatZhou Tian fell into also filled up a lot of snow and buried Zhou Tian and the others.

the man began, articulately, “it looks like you took—” In the middle of turning to look of the owner of said hand when the bespectacled college-type kid beside her turned also to speak to one of his friends, accidentally nudging her with his heavy bag pack in the process so she lost her balance, the cap of her Styrofoam popping off as her grip on the steaming hot cup of coffee loosened, inadvertently splashing her beverage right into the face of her assailant. With surprising agility the man turned, though unfortunately he wasn’t fast enough to keep it from pouring over his profile. A disembodied hiss escaped him as the circle that’d formed around them during the spill widened, and for a mom

“But I don’t appreciate being interrupted.” And then everything exploded. The first man lunged. Lucian moved faster. A flash of motion… sickening crack The man hit the pavement, gasping, clutching his throat. The second man swung, but Lucian dodged effortlessly, grabbed his arm, twisted another brutal snap. The third man froze, uncertainty flickering across his face. Lucian stepped toward him. The man fled. Elara’s breath tore from her lungs. It had taken Lucian less than ten seconds.

“How can I believe that? How can I trust anything you say when I know you’re capable of planning something so calculated?” “You can’t. I know you can’t.” He looked broken. Utterly destroyed. “But I’m standing here anyway. I’m standing in this rain for as long as it takes. I’m making myself a public spectacle. I’m letting the whole world see me fall apart. Because I need you to know that this is real. What I feel for you is real.” I was crying openly now. “Standing in the rain doesn’t prove anything.”

Maya felt fear bloom in her chest, sharp, immediate, paralyzing. “This is your final warning,” her mother said. “No meetings. No accidents. No ‘chance encounters.’” Maya’s voice shook. “And if I fail?” Her mother stepped closer. “Then we stop being careful.” The words landed softly. That was the cruelty of it. Maya nodded slowly, the motion barely visible. “I understand.” Her mother studied her for a moment, then turned away. “See that you do.” Maya stood there long after she was alone, her hands trembling, breath shallow.

The moment I’m standing, I’m pretty sure I just… black out. I don’t remember jumping on his back and winding my forearm around his scrawny neck. I don’t realize we’re falling to the ground until the understanding of how frail he is hits me directly in the chest, turning the tide in my favor. I straddle his back, tangling my fingers in his long, white hair, and slam his face against the ground. Over and over. And, over. It’s rather cathartic, I have to admit. “Fallon!” I slam the Grand Wizard into the stone again and again until his body goes limp under mine. The sharp metallic tang of blood cuts through the ozone, no longer quickly whisked away by the wind.