Never Falling Novels & Stories

But barely. Silence fell. Only the sound of my own breathing remained. Jillian ran to me, crouching low, cupping my face. “Are you hurt?” I shook my head, still gripping the gun. “No. I—I couldn’t shoot. I tried.” His hands slid down my arms, calming me. “You didn’t have to. You froze. That’s normal.” “I wasn’t scared,” I whispered. “I just didn’t want to kill someone. Even him.”

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

Thank God for Summer; she phoned the hospital and told them to prepare for me before she asked Noah to ease up on the accelerator before we crashed, then she requested that Nathan loosen his grasp. “Won't be long now, Quinn. Get ready to become a Mummy.”

Annalise's POV I'm falling. You know that dream where you're falling, and just as you’re about to hit the ground, you jerk awake? Yeah, it’s exactly like that—except this time, I actually am falling. Eyes wide, I twist to see the ground rushing up to meet me. Channeling my powers, I slow my descent into a controlled drop, landing with one knee down and my fist pressed to the ground.

Later, in the warmth of the November morning, she understood again what she had learned the first time and kept learning: that the thing she had been most afraid of was not the falling but the staying. The falling had been frightening in the way of all heights, immediate and vertiginous. But the staying was the longer fear, the one that required not a single act of courage but the daily repetition of it, the choosing every morning to remain in the room, and she had chosen it every morning for four years and the choosing had become the floor and the floor was

I only have to move from here to the end of the bars using my hands to be done. So, freaking close. My hands are killing me. I don’t know how long I can hold on. I inhale then paused, recognizing that scent. Hanging twelve freaking feet by my arms in the air, legs dangling, and still, I just have to know. Is he…? Yes, he is. I think to myself as the tips of my fingers merely brush the first bar and I… fall.

I wasn’t ready to talk about that particular day but knowing Cass she wasn't about to let it go. “It wasn’t an accident” I simply said, staring at my hands. “It wasn’t? I can never forget that day as long as I live. You were coming towards us in the cafeteria with your tray and then you slipped and fell. Everyone else started laughing until they realized you weren’t getting up. Oh god! When we rushed to where you were there was so much blood, I have never seen that much blood my entire life. We knelt beside you and Liam screamed for someone to get the nurse. He looked crazed when he pushed Trevor aside and knelt beside you.” Cass whispered before continuing, the horror of that day still etch

Alpha Nick looks over at Alpha Jax looking perplexed and trying to recall what rule 12 was. “what’s rule 12?” I look him straight in the eyes “rule 12 is you have to run 100 miles, and train with me the rest of the day, and if you can’t complete that then I can beat the shit out of you for requesting me to join you in your room.” “What if I complete it?” I start laughing and so does everyone else but him. I wipe my face from my tears and smile at him “Oh you think YOU can complete MY training?” Jax and I look at one another and I nod my head. Jax looks at Nick “I bet you, you can’t. Even I can’t and everyone here can’t. So do you want to bet?” Nick looks at me in my eyes.

Falling should have meant silence. Instead, it came with his name tearing from my throat and the terrifying certainty that the man reaching for me might no longer belong to the world I knew. --- I was falling. Not slipping. Not stumbling. Falling clean and endless, like gravity itself had decided to make an example of me. The wind tore the scream from my lungs as the penthouse lights vanished above, replaced by darkness streaked with broken glass and city glow far below. My arms flailed uselessly, grasping for anything anyone.

I was twenty one now, I could take care of myself. “I told you guys, I fell. That it has never happened before does not mean it was never bound to happen. There’s always a first. I lost my footing, my test upended and fell to the ground. I hit the floor before I could catch myself or balance my weight. This appearance is a result of my clumsiness. Nothing was influenced by anyone.” “Hm.”