Like Ceiling Can't Hold Us นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I answer, "Right outside the middle room." "Of course. The top floor. That means two more floors to go through." "How," the package asks, "I mean, I don't think we can take the stairs, and what the chances there's going to be a hole in each of the floors that we can climb through?" "Actually," I say, looking straight up. Already, the ceiling looks like it's breaking apart. Parts of it are already broken, with some wooden beams being exposed.

Hard enough to throw everyone off balance. The ceiling cracked. A support beam snapped. Concrete rained from above. Omega looked upward immediately. Its glowing eyes narrowed. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Ethan saw it too. His expression darkened. “We need to leave.” Nobody argued. Not even the scientist. Another explosion echoed somewhere deep within the facility. Closer than before. The entire structure groaned. Like a dying animal. Christopher pointed upward. “I don’t want to be negative, but the ceiling appears to be actively falling.”

"... nothing like that." "If you can climb a rope in a gym, you can do this. It's just a longer stretch." He cranes his neck, looking up. "Which of those looks the most secure, would you say?" "You have got to be kidding. Trust our weight to one of those? They're decades old. There can't be more than rust and hope holding them together." "You want to get inside or not? We can't use the entrances. There's no windows at all for the first two stories and the ones above that are barred. Oh, and for the avoidance of doubt, we'll be trusting my weight to it, not yours."

"That's strange." "What's wrong, Cay? Did you discover something?" Sydney looked at him. Cayden touched his chin and nodded. "The ceiling is too high. It looks around 30 feet tall, and normal ladders don't reach that high. It's basically impossible for someone to tamper with it unless they have professional lifting machines. However, such machines are large and can't be transported through the door of the restaurant."

Killian hissed, his voice regaining its sharp, tactical focus as he leaned out over the drop, ignoring the dizzying height. High above the tip of the spire, where the upside-down city met the solid stone ceiling of our citadel's floorboards, three massive, black-iron rings were slowly uncoupling. With every sharp clack of a giant locking tooth sliding back, the ceiling above us—the very floor of our high hall, where three hundred of our people were still being evacuated—settled down by half an inch. If the inverted spire dropped its weight completely, it wouldn't just tear itself free. It would drag the foundation of the Northern Citadel down into the abyss along with it.

"If you can make yourself live a wonderful life, that is the real proof of your ability!" "Do you know how much I envy you? While you envy my birth and background, I envy you having a mother who loves you deeply." "Your mother would do anything for you, but mine was gone forever!" Then the tears poured down Chloe’s cheeks. Looking at this thrilling scene, the people downstairs felt their stomachs knot with apprehension. The building was too high, and there was no angle for the police to rescue. Even if the air-cushion bed was set up downstairs, it might not be able to catch two people about to fall.

"If we overload it, the whole thing will come down. But we have to be inside the booth when it happens." "We will die," she said. "We will be free," I replied. She looked at the images of the disappearing people, then back at me. She closed the vial. "Okay." We jumped off the roof and onto the side of the crane, climbing the metal frame with everything we had. The Architect saw us coming. He started to type on his screen, and the crane began to transform. The metal rungs turned into blades. The wind became a wall of fire. "Keep climbing!" I yelled over the roar of the machine.

She said annoyed and a bit embarrassed by all the attention she had on her. "Well we kind of have the V-Council on y'alls asses and we need to find out who your great grand pappi is so you can finally harness your full potential." Lydia chose her words wisely especially since there were passer byers at the exact spot Scarlett has chosen to set up the big Gazebo. What did you think she was going to let two vamps sit in the blistering sun all day? We all know that would go up in flames!

I joked as I closed the closet and he raised his eyebrows. "The door fell on you?" He asked, surprised, and I laughed. "Yeah," I nodded. "Didn't you see my home? I'd be surprised if it was still standing. The ceiling was a quarter to collapsing, oh don't get me started on the walls. It's seriously by the grace of God that we all didn't die in that house, and yet at the same time, I can't be mad about it, it's all my mom could afford," I shrugged and realised that I was smiling a bit too hard.

He looked at his hands, then at the dead console. "We don't need the stairs," Kael whispered, pointing toward the gaping hole in the wall where the structural failure had exposed the building’s exterior. "The power grid acted as a stabilization field for the structure. With it gone, the internal gravity-lifts are locked in the open position. We can climb the cable shafts." "Climb?" Arthur groaned. "I’ve got a broken shoulder, Kael." "Then I’ll carry you," Lucien said, stepping forward and hoisting Arthur’s good arm over his shoulder. He looked at Kael. "Are you strong enough?"