Miles Morales Jumps Off Building นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"What are we going to do? We are surrounded by fucking cops!" Without uttering a word, he grabbed the edge of the balcony and jumped down. It was only a one-story building, so he landed on the ground with ease, placing his hands on the ground as he looked up at her. "Jump! I will catch you!" Silvia's heart hammered in her chest. She had done things like this before. Jumping fences was never a challenge, but after almost dying the other time, after the incident at the castle, she had developed a crippling fear of heights. She felt her body freeze in place as the images flashed to her mind.

Miles's voice rolled out from the phone. Aston lifted his gaze up immediately, his eyes coming in contact with Camila's scared eyes and before he could react, she snatched the phone from him. Camila took the phone, her eyes sinking into her sockets when she saw the video. Her both parents were tied and placed on the edge of the rooftop with two men holding a gun to each of their forehead. But… the rooftop looked strangely familiar. Her eyes flickered to the window and realization clicked in her mind immediately. She jumped down from the bed before anyone could stop her, knocking over the flask on the table. The food splattered on the floor, the hot sauce burning over her lower leg but she di

"He told me once that we were connected. I thought it was romance. It was a tracker. He probably put it on my shoulder the night of the crash." General Miller turned the helicopter hard to the left. The engine roared, and the floor tilted under our feet. "We are five minutes away. If he is on that porch, my team is already dead or captured. They aren't answering their headsets." "We have to jump," I said. My mind was suddenly very clear. The fear was gone, replaced by a cold need for revenge. "What?" Jane cried out from the back. "Hazel, you have a baby in your arms! You can't just jump into the dark!"

“Just not this.” Then another explosion hit. The roof beneath us cracked. “We need to jump,” Mikhail said nonchalantly. “Jump?!” My eyes widened. “Trust me.” He smiled. He grabbed my hand and the world dropped out from under us.

“It’s okay, baby. Mummy is here. Stay there, okay. I am coming up,” “You little brat,” Mira screamed. She hadn’t seen Elle from where she was standing. Milo screamed when he saw her. He was so distracted by seeing his mummy that he hadn’t heard her come. Mira reached for him, and Milo jumped back to avoid her hand, but he moved too far. Milo’s foot slipped on a loose piece of debris at the stairs’ edge, and time froze. The only thing cutting through it was Elle’s piercing scream. Mira gasped as well because Milo was falling. And fast.

Marcus asked, limping into the room, leaning on a crutch, bandages soaked through but eyes alert. Jack zoomed in the camera. Valerius was holding a steel transmission tower—a massive, jagged pylon he had ripped from the roof. He was holding it like a javelin. "He's not climbing," Jack realized. "He's knocking." Valerius leaned back, muscles bunching under his suit, and threw. The steel tower flew across the gap between the buildings, faster than a missile. "BRACE FOR IMPACT!" Jack screamed. The tower smashed into the side of the Sterling Building at the 50th floor.

"On three. Together. We jump toward the water. Away from the building. Aim for deep center. Do not let go of each other." "Flora—" Damien grabbed my hand. "If this does not work. If we die—" "Then we die together. As a family. That is more than most people get." I kissed him. Quick. Desperate. "Three. Two. One. JUMP!" We leaped. Four hundred feet of free fall. Hope screaming. Wind tearing at us. The building exploding behind us. Fire and debris and death chasing us down. The river rushing up impossibly fast. We hit.

The metal panel shatters. “Jump!” We dive through the opening just as another pipe blasts fire behind us. “Move!” I yell. We scramble to our feet and sprint toward the car. Smoke pours from the basement behind us. We jump into the car. Then— BOOM. The basement explodes. Flames burst upward, sending smoke and debris into the night. We sit there, breathing hard, staring at the burning building. “Jesus Christ!” Mira yells. “That was insane!” “You don’t have to tell me,” I gasp.

I collapsed onto a tool cart, my body shaking. “Morales is moving,” Chen yelled. “He’s okay.” On the monitor, Morales climbed out of the wreckage. The crowd cheered. I barely heard them. My focus was on Aldric. I watched him climb out of his car, remove his helmet, and run a hand through his damp hair. For just a moment, his hands shook. He felt it too. “He’s fine,” Anton said, gripping my shoulder. “Look at him.” “He almost died,” I said. My voice sounded broken. “I watched him almost die.”

Malcolm cursed in his heart. "I'm going to jump off the building! Don't stop me. Velma, you bitch! Why do you have to force me to jump off the building? Velma, I hate you!" Malcolm crawled out of the balcony as he cursed secretly. He held the fire pipe tight and quickly slid down. Malcolm felt that the time he had spent on exercise finally paid off at that moment. Malcolm successfully arrived at the first floor. Fortunately, there were no security guards around. If there had been, they would think he was a thief, wouldn't they?