Fight Falls Novels & Stories

Just when everyone thought Monica was about to get remarried, she broke up again. Apparently, she had attended a business gala with her wealthy boyfriend when she ran into Howard and his new wife. Howard's wife had mocked her, calling her secondhand goods nobody wanted. She even sneered that Monica must be starving for attention. To secure a rich man, she was willing to date someone old enough to be her father. Being humiliated like that in public, Monica obviously couldn't swallow her anger. So, right there in front of everyone, she had slapped the woman and thrown a glass of red wine in her face. She had nearly flipped the table, too.

It worked, aside I broke my knees. “Baby, listen to me,” I began. “I’m going to strap you to my back. I need you to hold onto me tightly; if you don’t, you’ll fall, and things would get really bad, okay?” “Okay, mummy. If I fall, will I go to Daddy? Daddy fell.” “An absolutely terrible idea, baby, you are not going to daddy under my watch.” “Mummy… mean,” Felita stated, pouting and looking down sadly.

I don’t tell him, and I start jogging to make sure he can keep up. 25 miles… This guy is slowing me down…. And he’s already cursing at me saying I need to slow down, and I haven’t even started sweating. WOW, and he’s an Alpha. “So, alpha do you want to walk back, and I can beat your ass then or now?” I ask while looking over my shoulder “I underestimated you… I was thinking you were an omega that was trying to get my attention and now I see I was wrong... can I owe you a favor and you don’t beat my ass??” he says while to breath and jog at the same time “I still need to at least punch you a couple of times to make it look like I beat your ass because if I don’t ill be going back on my word a

The warriors forming the base grunted with effort, muscles trembling as we held the weight above us. That's when it happened. Someone's grip slipped, slick with sweat and exhaustion. The careful balance we'd maintained shattered in an instant. Bodies tumbled through the air, hitting the concrete floor with sickening thuds and cries of pain. The crash of falling warriors echoed off the walls like thunder, followed by groans and curses.

I reached out wildly, trying to grab onto anything to stop my fall, and my hands found the front of Susanna’s hospital gown. The thin fabric tore under the strain, but it was too late. The momentum of my fall pulled her down with me. Time seemed to slow down as gravity took hold. I instinctively twisted my body, curling inward to shield my stomach from the impact of my fall. Pain exploded across my back as I collided with the railing before tumbling further down the stairs. Each collision sent shock waves through my already battered body. Finally, I landed awkwardly on the landing, my breath knocked out of me in one painful gasp.

The doctor himself was in a deep faint. - How often does this happen to him? Vic asked the girls. - No, part of the dead head hit him for the first time, - Mila said confidently. - But other objects sometimes fall - either pots from the shelf, then a flower pot from the windowsill, or even some kind of cobblestone will fly and all at Kim. - I'm talking about the fall of Kim himself, how often does he fall down like that? - Well, - Mila thought. - Sometimes.

It’s just a hawk, not even a very big one. It’s like I’m jittery. I don’t get jitters. I get stoked. Aggressive. Fallon lands a high kick, forcing Conor back a step. Fallon stumbles, falls on his ass, squashes his balls, shrieks, and then tumbles off the log as he curls up like an armadillo. It’s funny as shit. Conor and Gael crack up, but I hardly break a smile. I’m missing something. We should go back to camp.

“You are collapsing here.” My hand slides to the middle of his back. Firm. Guiding. His muscles tense under my palm. His breath stutters. I pull my hand away too late. “Sorry,” I say. “It is fine,” he replies, but his voice is rough. We reset. Try again. This time he pivots faster. Too fast. His foot slips on loose leaves. He falls. I grab him. We go down together. The ground hits my back first. Then his weight lands half on me. Not full. Not light either.

THE WEEK FLEW by quicker than I expected. Each day after school, Nick and I would meet up in the library or coffee shop to study for the decathlon. We were growing more closer to each other than I thought possible and I felt this strange feeling each time I was around him or whenever he would smile at me or gaze at me when we studied. I didn't know what the feeling was but I liked it-not in a weird sense. But it made me feel good. It was finally time for the decathlon and I was beyond terrified and nervous. For starters, I didn't want to make us lose by answering a question wrong or worse still-failing to answer a question all together.

We continued like that and he was unable to catch me until suddenly, my leg hit an object on the floor and I fell flat to the ground. “Yeah! I’m gonna catch you today,” He said heading towards me and my eyes widened in fear. Oh my gosh!! How am I gonna stand up from this fall before he catch up with me?? He mustn’t catch me!! Gosh!! He is already moving closer….closer……..and CLOSER!! . . . T.B.C. What do you think?? What did Kelly saw oh?? Guess!! Can you?? Like, comment and share Brought to you by Jesudamilola. Love you all