My Sister Fell Through The Ceiling Novels & Stories

Scarlet POV I stared at the wall intently. I do not even know where I fell from when I fell through the damn picture. I run my hands across the wall, and then look up at the ceiling. I fell. I fell through the ceiling or something. I fell. There is no way there will be a passage through the wall. I am surprised that as I am running my hand against the wall and looking up at the ceiling, my finger touches something and there is a quiet clicking sound before the wall slides open before my eyes.

But with my mate being of a rival pack, the excitement would not be there. I lifted my window up enough that I could wiggle through it and slide down the wall and onto the floor of my bedroom. As I was leaning face forward towards the floor, a hand grabbed my right ankle and tugged a little. Startled, I kicked hard to free myself and flipped my body over and slammed hard onto my bedroom floor with my back. I lifted myself up quickly to see my sister June staring at me from outside. She was soaked, her hair matted to her face, mascara dripping down her face like she was a rabid racoon.

, hanging up the phone I throw it against the wall You guys are probably wondering what beef Jamal and I have He is the reason my little sister passed, he doesn't deserve to even be called her brother Flashback Jamal and Sophie were playing outside in the garden "Jamal stop I'm going too high, you're gonna make me fall" Sophie cried out "Shut up Sophie, you're being a baby," Jamal says pushing her swing maker her go higher and higher "Jamal she said stop " I shout from the balcony Little Sophie couldn't hold on much longer and she slipped falling onto a rock Getting off the balcony, I used the big tree branches to hold on. Jumping down I run towards Sophie who is unconscious "Call somebody d

Two girls sitting on the floor. Similar eyes hiding a deep forest. The afternoon rays from the roof window of our attic reflected our misery. However, my sister and I had the same heart—so brave and yet so fragile. The first piece of the domino had fallen already and we were both unaware of it. We were too caught up in the world in front of us that we were so oblivious of what was happening beneath. Pieces by pieces, they fell. Every collision brought us into this situation. It was our time to stumble because we were also one of the pieces.

Calling my sister was a big mistake. My hands trembled, and I felt like the world was spinning beneath my feet. The muscles holding my legs steady turned to jelly. Tears streamed down my face before I could fully process what that meant. My chest felt tight, and as I fell to the floor, I hugged my knees, sobbing bitterly. The truth was a hard slap to the face. Time made no difference right now. However, I couldn't make any noise and wake Aunt Hilda.

He wanted to repremand him but Rufus cut him off suddenly, "What the hell is wrong with y–" "Sir, it's your sister. Chloe fell off from the balcony, and injured her head. She was bleeding badly, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor said she was in danger, and needed to be transfered to a better equipped hospital," he was panicking as he explained.

The whole world outside looked completely normal, and somewhere out there my sister was gone. "She steals things," I continued. Damien raised an eyebrow. "I know." "She lies." "I know." "She starts fights she can't finish." His eyebrow rose further. "I have seen that." "And she has absolutely no survival instinct." The priestess cleared her throat. "That seems slightly exaggerated." "No," I said, then turned back to Damien. "Once, when we were younger, she jumped from a roof." Damien stared at me. "Why?" "She wanted to see if she could land on a tree."

Fear consumed me as I dropped my bag on the floor and ran to the comfort room. "What's wrong?" I ignored Nicholas and sobbed after I found no one. Nicholas cursed out loud and picked the IV hose on the floor. Oh, God! Tears rolled down my cheeks as my knees weakened. I almost fell flat on the floor but Nicholas luckily caught me by my waist. "Blue!" I bore my eyes to Nicholas. Tears are rolling down my cheeks nonstop. "Nicholas! Nicholas, my sister. Where is my sister?" He clenched his jaws and pressed the emergency button. After a few minutes, the nurses and doctors came running.

He argued in his little mind. He could no longer breathe now, and his throat burned from calling out for his sister for so long. Just as he felt he was falling asleep, he prayed to Jesus to send an angel to deliver him from the terrible fire. Just then, he faintly heard the door being broken, and strong solid fingers laced into his. "Anna!" He croaked out trying to see the angel's face past the smoke blinding his vision. She lifted him up into her arms, her familiar voice soothing him. His sister. Bursting through the door she'd broken open, she tore down the stairs in a bid to reach the fire exit at the ground floor below. They'd barely passed the third flight of stairs when a large pillar

Tall windows reflected the sky so perfectly it felt like the house was drinking light. It wasn’t just big. It was impossibly big. Cold. Perfect. Intimidating. My mouth parted. Zed opened my door and, without waiting, carried me out again like I weighed air. “H-Hey—I can walk,” I whispered, embarrassed. He ignored me completely. He walked toward the entrance, and there she was…The sister. She looked at me, then at Zed. “Zed—what happened?” she asked, panic rising. “Did you call Doc Sam?” he asked.