Just Fall Novels & Stories

Natasha's POV I fall. My fingers flat against the watery floor. My ass wasn't any better, no, it was worse, I felt the pain travelling through my spine to my skull, earning a groan from my throat. I shouldn't have got up. Shouldn't have attempted any shit, and look at me, wanting to shed tears but it's no wear to be found. And of course, I wasn't suitable to attempt another try of standing on my feet. No shit. I had a feeling my next fall would be so terrible, terrible enough I might even lost a few teeth, for the floor is slippery.

The aspirin was useless. Not because it didn't function anymore, but because Vanessa found that she didn't need it after all. Her migraines died out after her talk with Jake and they did not return. When she woke in the morning, she grabbed her phone to see if Jake had texted her, while half-praying he hadn't texted her. But there was no message from an unknown number. She frowned, a little disappointed, and she did not understand why she felt disappointed. She sighed, dropped her phone and rolled out of bed.

Thank God for Summer; she phoned the hospital and told them to prepare for me before she asked Noah to ease up on the accelerator before we crashed, then she requested that Nathan loosen his grasp. “Won't be long now, Quinn. Get ready to become a Mummy.”

All I can hear a bird chirping. Then I winched as I feel someone grab my wrist. "Babe don't do this? I know you love me right?" He said to me and try to kiss me. But I kneel him between his legs making him scream for pain. I run and I saw a door, thank God it's opened. I went outside and my eyes immediately wander. I saw a big tree and hide from there. I saw him almost reaching me and I began to move but the next things I see I am in the edge of a cliff. I can see him getting near me and I'm running out of choice. So I decide to better jump and die than to be rape by a creepy stalker.

“Now you’ve fallen—you’ve lost everything you were meant to be—just because of me!” He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze full of love and quiet certainty. “Haven’t I fallen hard enough? Long before I lost my wings… I had already fallen completely for you. And that fall was far deeper, far more real, and far more permanent than anything else I could ever experience.”

No no no. She darted down the nearest alley. Narrow. Dark. Filled with the distant hiss of leaking pipes. Her jacket snagged on a metal railing. She ripped free, stumbling forward. “Elara!” Closer now. Her pulse roared in her ears. She reached the end of the alley, skidding onto a side street only to freeze. Another man. Another black coat. Another shadow moving toward her. Not the stranger. This one was broader. Faster. Trained.

“Now it’s settling. That’s different.” She looked down at their joined hands. He continued, voice warm. “I know this hasn’t been easy for you. But stability takes time. You’ll grow into it.” Grow into it. The words settled heavily in her chest. “I don’t need to grow,” she said quietly. “I just need to be careful.” He smiled slightly. “That too.” Later that night, Maya stood alone on her balcony again. The city stretched out below her, lights glowing softly. She pressed her hand to her chest, feeling the steady ache there.

One after another, people jumped in to tear him apart. [Is breaking up really that hard? You'd rather scheme against a buddy who trusts you? Are you even human?] [Meeting someone like you is the worst kind of bad luck. I hope your buddy sees this post and realizes what you really are. Disgusting.] [Stop pushing this kind of garbage to me. I'm so mad I'm about to get a lump in my chest! Idiot!] But the poster wasn't affected in the slightest. He fired back at each comment.

The weariness subsided, replaced by a resolute determination to see this through. Feeling a sense of urgency, Jayden decided to reach out to Lena, his belove, for an update on another pressing matter. As he reached for his phone and dialed her number, a beep emitted from the device, signaling a low battery. Jayden's heart sank as he realized his forgetfulness in charging his phone. Frustration mingled with a tinge of panic, knowing that he needed his phone to talk with Lena and stay connected in this critical moment.

But he wouldn’t listen. I was right behind him as it happened — he reached the stairwell, lost control, and tumbled down. “Nick! No!” I ran down after him. He lay crumpled at the bottom, blood pooling around him. I dropped to my knees, lifting his limp body into my arms. “Help!” I yelled, my voice breaking. “Someone, please help!” Tears blurred my eyes as I held him, shaking.