Head Over Heels Novels & Stories

But fate, cruel as ever, decided to play its part— I shouldn't have worn heels. The thin stiletto heel snagged at the top of the stairs. The world spun violently. Gravity became a merciless hand, yanking me down the steps with brutal force. Then—blackness swallowed everything.

"Why are you panicking? Once it drops below 1000, it'll detonate right on top of her. Studying is basically a death wish." My blood ran cold. But my sister looked thrilled. "If she gets blown up, she deserves it. Who told her to start studying and mess with my head?" Staring at the falling number, my mind raced. I had to find a way to fool this thing, and fast. I spent the next hour trying everything. No matter what I did, the moment I engaged with any study material, the score kept dropping. When it hit 1000, it flashed a violent, warning red.

My heel caught on something- maybe it was the edge of the floor but something had held my foot back. Before I could steady myself, I stumbled forward and with the wine bottles in my hand, I couldn't help myself. The bottles slipped and with a horrifying crash, they shattered on the ground. The noise sent a few glances my way, but I had expected that. But that wasn't what turned my head. What did was the groan that followed. I wasn't prepared in the slightest for what happened next.