My Sister Fell Through The Ceiling Novels & Stories

Instead, she squeezed her sister on the shoulder, made a mental note to speak with Lianne about it soon in the future, and then took a deep breath as she walked toward the stairs. First, her feet dragged as she contemplated the task before her, but then her head whirled, and she reached out to touch the stone wall to steady herself as a vision overwhelmed her. Little Kiersten was pushing open a window, and she leaned out too far. She screamed as she saw her plunging several floors to the ground below.

One day, she had beaten my knuckles red and swollen because I failed to recite a part of the book she was teaching about. I was just twelve and I had cried myself to sleep. The next morning, sister Monica was found craftily strung up to the ceiling like a puppet. The thin strip of strings were red with her blood so it was easy to see how expertly the thin deadly and almost invincible rope was expertly put through her limbs. It had been a rather gory sight.

Stars threaded into the clouds were darkened by the pollution of the city and the lights of misfits after dark. She looked at herself gliding along the top of Van Duke like a soaring nightingale. At the very edge of the building was her sister, staring at the indifferent moon and dangling feet as if on the edge of a swimming pool except, instead of water down below, a five-story drop awaited her. Should she save her sister? We expect her to. And yet, she flew away.

Just the smell made her dizzy. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the handrail to steady herself. To her shock, she found herself tripping before she could grasp her support. She had missed a step. With a scream, she tumbled headlong down the stairs, calling her sister’s name. Then, everything turned black as she sensed tremendous pain coursing over her entire body.

She looked at her sister, searching her face for answers. “Why did you stop him?” Ava asked. Her sister didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she walked toward the edge of the broken floor panel and looked down into the darkness below. “Because,” she said quietly, “Caleb isn’t dead.” Ava’s breath hitched. “What?” Grant’s eyes narrowed slightly. Her sister turned back to Ava. “The fall wasn’t designed to kill him,” she said. “It was designed to test you.” Ava felt sick. “Test me?” she repeated.

"Careful, little sister. You're new here. You don't understand how things work yet, how easy it would be for you to... disappear. Again." The threat hung in the air between us. It was clear and unmistakable. Selene walked gliding past us with her friends trailing behind. At the last second, one of them bumped into me hard. I stumbled backward, my foot catching on the edge of the carpet runner. And I fell. My hands hit the floor first, then my knees. I felt pain shot through my palms, sharp and stinging. I looked down and saw blood. Small cuts from where I had landed on something sharp, broken glass maybe, hidden in the carpet's pattern.

I ran up the stairs and knocked on her bedroom door "Mariah, Mariah answer me." Still no response, I immediately opened the door, my worries went away, and relief went through my body when I saw my little sister getting ready and dancing to the music with her Air Pods in. She was 27 years old and could protect herself but to me, she will always be my little baby sister. I walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Mariah" Just as I was about to move my hand away, I suddenly felt her hand around my wrist. I lost my footing and could no longer feel my feet touch the floor. I instantly felt pain all over my body as I lay on the cold floor of my sisters' bedroom. The cold floor helped the

Elsa flinched, her eyes widening at the sudden noise. “Okay…” Her voice was barely a whisper. “Get your ass down there in five, or you will be punished!” Barked the voice again. Trembling, Elsa moved to the uniform and pulled it from its hanger, hands brushing the smooth fabric. Downstairs, people gathered around a striking young woman, their praises growing louder with every word. Elsa’s gaze lifted, and for the first time, she allowed herself to fully take in her sister. Having a wolf truly elevated one’s presence. The same black uniform that Elsa wore so invisibly seemed to glow on her sister, hugging curves and radiating confidence.

If it wasn’t for her quick reaction to grabbing me on my shoulder, she would have fell back to the floor. “Mosi, my sister, I think I broke my leg.” She winced once more and tried to balance herself on her good leg while tightening her hold on my shoulder, making me wince in return. Her bubbly voice didn’t match the scrunched up painful face she had. “I’m sorry that you had to wake up to this, little sister.” I gestured with my free hand while I helped her hobble back into Kalama’s half destroyed apartment. Before we got inside, I saw some heads poking out of the other doors down the corridor and looking in our direction. As they saw me looking back at them, they all but one swiftly withdrew

The blowing wind loosened one of the burning boards, sending it flying a few inches from our heads. Sister Anna grabbed me, pulling me closer. “Are you all right?” “I… I think so.” I looked at her and gave her a wry smile. “We're almost down.” She descended a few more steps, checking if they were safe before turning around. “All right. You may—” I heard a thud and saw a few boards falling on me. I screamed, trying to leap lower, but it was too late. Something hit my head, and the next thing I knew, I was falling.