Like Ceiling Can't Hold Us Novels & Stories

He put extra sarcasm on the word. His wife called him over, and I finally made my way toward the exit. I was halfway there when my phone rang. It was Holden. “Sir! Thank God you answered!” “Is there a problem?” I asked. “Yes when I went to check the house this afternoon, the ceiling came down with barely a touch. It’s a mess.” I stopped walking. “How is that possible? We went over everything thoroughly. Was anyone else there?” “No, sir. I was alone. The clients are coming tomorrow. How do we fix this?”

“I am okay, I just need to come to you, hold on love.” He takes a huge metallic iron and uses it as leverage to hold himself up as it lies on the other end of the ceiling. And then the ceiling f=groans. “Landon….?” The ceiling is coming down on me. “baby! Move away from there, it's coming down, move!”

The weights are the main problem. Not the height. Thank whatever force there is for the wings I have. But the weights are still here, and they ain't going away anytime soon. The weights I could hold in my hands while I manage to fly up there. But then how would I be able to break through the ceiling? It looks like it's made of wood, and I could easily break through that with my wings. But with my bare hands? Forget it. And even if I managed to get up there, to hold myself there I would need to anchor myself into the wall or the ceiling with my wings, and then I would just be hanging there.

It happened so fast no one ever saw it coming. Gage watched from where he was, dumbfounded by the sight of it all. "How?..." He muttered. Inside the secret room at the underground fight club. Suddenly, the Godmother of the Caneloveft’s eyes went up the roof above them as it cracked and crumbled, slowly cold vapor and thin ice layers oozed out from the cracks on the walls and floor into the room. We surely have enough people to hold what ever potency going rampage in place out there but why does it seems like it won’t hold? She mused over as she was seated not knowing the horrors which were happening above.

Marcus muttered under his breath. He reached the stairwell—blocked. Concrete had collapsed halfway down, cutting off the path completely. No time, no pathway. Marcus turned sharply and kicked open the nearest office door. Windows,high up. Too high for a normal fall. Good thing he wasn’t normal. The floor shook violently again. Chunks of ceiling started falling. Noah flinched weakly against him. “It’s okay,” Marcus said quickly. “Just trust me.” Noah let out a shaky breath. “I do…”

Instead, I clung to his shirt with whatever strength remained in my fingers, trusting him to save us both from whatever hell this basement had become. He lifted me against his chest, my body feeling weightless in arms that seemed impossibly strong. But as we moved toward the destroyed doorway, the ceiling above us groaned with structural stress that spoke of fire damage eating through support beams. The building was dying around us, and we were running out of time.

Daniel pulled me toward the service corridor, but he stopped dead. He looked up, his eyes widening with a sudden, sharp clarity that cut through the chaos. He wasn't looking at the fire anymore; he was looking at the ceiling. The massive marble slab that formed the floor of the ballroom above us was bowing downward, groaning under the weight of the debris above. A jagged crack, glowing with the orange light of the fires from the penthouse, was spreading across the ceiling like a lightning bolt of doom. We were standing directly beneath the main structural pivot point. When it went, it wouldn't just be fire, it would be ten thousand tons of stone and steel coming down at the speed of gravity.

"By the way— didn't you say that the ceiling were blocked by that wall? Why would the basement will collapse?" "Above the ceiling, there’s still a long way to go before it hits the black wall. Once it collapses, the debris alone is enough to bury us completely. It would be hard for them to find even our bodies." "So if the pillars are destroyed by accident… then it would all over, huh…" “I’m now reconstructing this pillar to a much sturdier one. Not even you could break it. But it takes time though.” “Can’t you just do all of them in one go like how you did earlier?”

Nikos said, his voice barely a whisper, "the ceiling is going to come down. The structural integrity depends on the pressure holding the chamber together." "Then we hold the ceiling," Aris shouted, his voice cracking with intensity. "We are the anchors now, Nikos! Not the machine!" Suddenly, a massive, grinding sound vibrated through the floor. Dust rained down from the ceiling as the metal groaned, twisted, and buckled. A proximity alarm shrieked, no longer a warning but a death knell. A heavy, resonant boom echoed from the ceiling hatch above them. Clang. Clang. Clang.

Then one sentence burned so brightly every other sound dropped away. THE HOUSE CANNOT HOLD HER WHOLE. My stomach dropped. “Hold who whole?” No one answered fast enough. Classic. I turned toward Damien. “If you say you don’t know, I may actually lose my mind.” He looked at Seraphina. Then at me. “I think the house held her voice.” I looked at the woman standing in my entry hall. “And now?” Kael answered. “Now it has failed.” The house cracked again. A section of ceiling collapsed near the staircase. Damien shoved me back before debris could hit. Dust exploded through the hall.