Never Falling Novels & Stories

Wanting to entertain him even more, Bailey dug into the rope with extra force. I shouted with everything I had, hoping someone would hear me. Alas, the roaring wind was too loud. All I could do was slam myself against whatever parts of the wall I could reach, creating noise so the workers above would lower me further. It worked. Slowly, they lowered me toward the fifth floor. Unfortunately, by then, the safety rope had been cut so badly that it finally snapped in two. My body dropped instantly, just like a kite that had lost its string.

Jack hated falling. He had fallen through markets, contracts, Source corridors, draft rooms, memory layers, and at least three places that Haley had later described as "bad elevators with theology." Falling always meant someone else had chosen the direction. This time, Jack chose faster. "Marcus!" "On it."

I sighed and mustered my strength to pick it up. It was a text from Marcus. "Where have you been hiding? I know I was a little harsh that day, but you should've calmed down by now. Stop with this tantrum, and apologize to Janae. We can act like nothing happened! Also, don't forget about our engagement ceremony tomorrow." My strength left me, and my phone fell to the floor after slipping from my hand. I'd almost forgotten Marcus and I were supposed to be getting engaged the following day. I'd once looked forward to this day more than anything in the world. Now, it was so close and yet so far.

"Besides, that was just an internal presentation, not the actual competition." A fire burned in my chest, and my blood boiled in my veins. I snapped, "What do you take me for?" My sharp tone startled him, and a flicker of unease crossed his face. "Come on. Yvette is just a girl fresh out of the irony tower. I'm doing this to help her grow." I turned around and left, unwilling to hear his excuses. He called after me, but I didn't turn back. ... The next morning, I avoided leaving at the same time as Elliot.

Chapter 43 – Shadows Between Us The night was heavy with rain. It pressed against the small apartment windows, each drop tapping like impatient fingers. Abby sat curled on the couch, her hands resting over the soft curve of her belly. The air was warm from the heater but her chest still felt cold. She told herself she was fine. She told herself she didn’t need him. But every time the thunder rolled she thought of Edward’s voice and the way he used to hold her when storms came.

"Make her fall in love with you and then tell her it's a bet when she has fallen for you." The rest at the table waited for my response. "Well, I accept it. I will make her fall for me." I agreed. "But don't you ever fall in love with her." Brandon warned. "I won't, it isn't the first time we are betting, anyways." I smirked at him. I never lose a bet, the guys know that. And this one will be the same.

Adam I stood transfixed to the ground like I was electrocuted. I'm really shocked by that expectation. I was shocked that I had to stare at the girl in complete shock. I could feel a different sparkle of shock run down my spine. I'm still in a great dilemma, I find it hard to believe that she just fell down for the sky. I couldn't fathom how she fell down from the sky. I stood still, staring at her with complete shock. This is really more than my imagination. I couldn't believe this. I stood with my legs, wobbling in fear.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

Aakash vented out "Aakash, I have made my decision already, you guys don't understand it! I don't want to marry any one of mum's choice, spoilt brats! what will I discuss with them, 'when does Gucci have sale!' tell me! will you find someone who won't be clingy and give me space?" "I don't think Gucci has a sale" Aakash mentioned

Lacking motivation most of the time and forgetting to take care of herself in the process of doing it. "If you say so," The following days are a blur, a new outfit for Jean and a new homework for Cerise. She's forgotten about Sal, who never came home anymore. Cerise opens the tv, slouching on the couch as she heaves a sigh. "There's too much to think about" The break room is silent, with only Jean cursing to himself as he struggles to wear a body chain for the next shoot. Cerise ignores him, flipping between channels until she stops on the news.