Novel Falling Novels & Stories

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

She sniffed, walking inside, feeling a bit depressed that she didn’t get that hug. Selena walked after her, bombarding her with questions, “What happened? Why didn’t you call me? How can you be so careless? Was that why you went to the hospital?!” “I fell down.” Cassandra mumbled, throwing herself on the couch, staring up to see the cat’s tail sashaying from the ceiling fan. She also noticed how the lamp of the fan was missing.

The weight of my confession settled over us like a thick fog, suffocating, inescapable. Luca hadn’t said a word in the last five minutes. Not since I told him the truth. Not since the ground beneath us cracked open, sending us spiraling into free fall. He just stood there, hands braced on his knees, head bowed as if the force of what I’d said had physically knocked the breath out of him. And maybe it had. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to suppress the tremors in my hands. My heartbeat was a chaotic rhythm in my chest, each thud a countdown to whatever would come next.

Nio’s story He was falling. His instincts kicked in and he desperately tried to grab the walls of the well. But there was nothing to grab. The interior of the well was smooth and flat. He closed his eyes and waited for the end. But the end did not come. He just kept falling and falling. He could not see anything and the well seemed to have no end. At first his body pounded against the walls, leaving him with more and more bruises, but after a while the well got wider. Even his fall began to slow. The air was much denser and unusually threatening.

Falling was not an action. It was a surrender. The white corridor shattered into fragments of light and glass, breaking away beneath Ronan’s feet as if reality itself had decided they were no longer worth supporting. Kiera screamed his name inside the mindscape—raw, panicked, endless—and the sound ripped through him harder than any physical blow. Ronan tightened his grip around her without thinking. The world tilted. Then dropped. They fell through layers. Not downward in a straight line, but through—past rooms that peeled away like half‑remembered dreams. He saw flashes as they plunged:

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

"He has, but you blocked him. And he knows this mess is his fault. He's too embarrassed to face you." I fell silent, feeling conflicted. Even though Elliot had failed me, it felt bad to see him fall like this. At the same time, I knew this was the price he had to pay. He had chosen Yvette over me, and now he had to face the consequences. "Where is Yvette?" "Rumors say Sorothspire, but we don't know which country. The police are still looking."

Air between us feels thick, though he acts like nothing's there at all. Fingers press against the balcony's stone rail, chilled by morning air. Below, earth tilts distant - too far to touch. A soft touch rides the space below my neck. It settles there without weight. Falling is what happens. No shout escapes. Resistance never shows up. A sudden gust lifts my dress, tangles strands of hair across my face. Above me, clouds blur into blue while the railing shrinks below. There goes Noah - walking away without a word. I fall.

[ IN WHICH SHE BEATS DEATH ONCE AGAIN ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V— I thought I had died. Or no. I did die. I remember falling into the void. I remember falling backwards, heading for the ground, but the thing is, I never reached the ground. I kept on falling, endlessly. It was like I had been falling and screaming at the top of my lungs for what felt like an eternity. It felt scary. It felt terrifying. Death. That is another thing it felt like.

Not just for a night. I lift her up, take two steps forward, then feel like the biggest idiot in the world when I stumble forward, tripping over my own feet in my haste to get her to my bedroom. My body gets ahead of my feet and we crash into my end table next to the couch, the legs squawking loudly against the wood floor as it skids a few inches and slams against the couch from the force of our bodies colliding with it. Chloe's back jams into the corner of the table while I fall face first into her chest. Not exactly the way I'd hoped to experience feeling her breasts against my face for the first time. She groans in pain but thankfully laughs at the same time.