Its Called Freefall Chords Novels & Stories

She looked like a steaming kettle as she lunged for the necklace, her hands clawing at it. After several failed attempts, I felt the chain dig into the back of my neck, drawing blood. I couldn't help but cry out in pain as I lifted my gaze toward the outside. The only sound was the distant barking of dogs—no sign of life anywhere. All the guards York had stationed on the island were mysteriously absent, leaving me feeling vulnerable. I let out a gasp of pain. The chain finally snapped. Luna's eyes lit up as she gazed at the necklace in her hands. "I heard that when York returned to the country, he spent a fortune at the auction—was it 100 million for this?"

I hear my dads voice echo in my head. "Sorry dad." I whisper, causing the wolves ears to flick and tilt their heads, I take that as my chance to run. I see a cliff, the sound of the water getting louder as I rush towards it. "Stop." A familliar voice yelled, the wolves growled but halted in their tracks, I on the other had did not stop, as I reached the edge of the cliffe I jumped, terrified of heights, but the adrenaline pushed me through my fear. "Shit." I heard him shout before I crashed into the water. In that moment I knew I was safe.

His bandaged hand was hovering over the strings, trembling with a violence that made my own heart ache. I didn't speak. I didn't want to break the spell. This was the reality Lila claimed I couldn't understand. Kai took a breath, his shoulders hunching, and tried to form a C-major chord. I watched the tendons in his forearm cord and twist. He pressed down, his knuckles turning white, and plucked the strings. The sound was muted, a dull thud instead of a ring. He swore under his breath, a dark, guttural sound, and tried again. Thud. Thud.

Zachary, who cared so much about his reputation, finally had no choice but to slam the necrospermia diagnosis on the table the third time Tiffany caused a scene. "You think I didn't see those videos of you with other men? I have necrospermia. You go sleep with other men and try to pin it on me? Keep dreaming!" "Did you see those videos?" Tiffany asked. "How the hell did you even get a hold of them?" When Tiffany was publicly confronted with the truth, she nearly lost it. She charged at Zachary with a scream, desperate to tear his mouth off. But she was no match for him. In the chaos of their struggle, she lost the baby.

Chapter 11: The Meeting The clock on Ethan's office wall ticked loudly in the oppressive silence, a reminder that time was slipping away. He sat at his desk, hands steepled in front of his face, staring at the documents spread before him as if they held the secrets to the universe. *Tomorrow,* he thought, *the meeting with Spring Entertainment. Olivia.*

I nervously grabbed my phone and tried to unlock it as Ryker neared me but I realized that it was dead. Fuck no! This was a really bad time for my phone to die. Ryker finally reached me and stood in front of me, I ignored him and bobbed my head to an imaginary song playing in my head. "Hey, Grumps." I heard him say. Goosebumps rose on my skin. "You're toxic I'm slipping under, with the taste of a poison paradise, I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic." I sang Toxic by Britney Spears.

How can he sound so sure? Suddenly I feel light, someone is carrying me. And now they’re dropping me on a warm surface. There are voices but I can’t make out a word they’re saying. I reach to hold something, or anyone but I’m met with the cold air. Fingers thread through my hair, stroking it lightly. It’s so soothing that I almost miss the sharp sting in the side of my neck. It makes me panic. I try to call for Drew but my mouth won’t move.

She lay still, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the familiar panic to arrive. It didn’t. That scared her. Because fear had been her companion for so long that its absence felt like another trick. She sat up slowly, listening. Birds. Footsteps in the hallway. Someone laughing far away. Normal sounds. Her body didn’t know how to respond. Freedom, she realized, wasn’t loud. It didn’t arrive with relief the way movies promised. It came softly, uncertainly like a fragile thing that could still be taken away if she moved too fast.

When I came back, Edward was still by the door, Daniel still by the couch, Falco waiting in the corner like a statue. “We’ll take my car,” Edward said. Daniel’s brow furrowed. “And I’m just supposed to what—wave goodbye? Not happening.” Edward looked ready to argue, but Falco spoke first. “Two cars. We take different routes. Less predictable.” It was the only thing they could both agree on. We left in the rain. Falco drove with Edward in the passenger seat, scanning every passing car. I sat behind them, watching the city lights smear across the wet glass. Every time we passed someone standing on a corner, my stomach clenched.

In that moment, I felt genuinely fortunate to still have a retreat, a solid foundation to fall back on. Then my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. As if possessed, I answered. The blast of club music screamed in my ear, along with the wild, drunken howls of a crowd. I frowned, ready to hang up until a familiar voice slurred through the chaos. Clearly drunk, Dario shouted, “To hell with marriage! To hell with family! I’m free now—no one can control me! Damn, it feels so good!” Around him, a chorus of jeers and cheers erupted.