Novel & Cerita Scenes From Falling Down

The ground rushed up to meet her, unforgiving. Her head struck hard. Darkness poured in like ink. Somewhere far away, a car screeched to a halt. A door slammed. Footsteps. Voices panicked, unfamiliar. “Oh my God, call 911!” “She’s not moving!” “Don’t touch her, don't touch her!” Nora didn’t hear them. Didn’t feel the rain that had started to fall lightly, speckling the pavement with cold dots. Didn’t know blood was pooling beneath her, dark against the road.

"Ms. Parker, please don't get the wrong idea! We really just… ran into each other. Please, just let Mr. Quinn take me to the hospital first. My stomach really hurts. Please, I'm begging you." Cold sweat dripped down her forehead, and her voice grew weaker with each cry. By the time she finished, she was barely holding herself up. The commotion had already drawn a crowd. Zachary hated being caught in an embarrassing situation. The more eyes on us, the darker his expression became. "Sienna, she really is in pain," he said. I waved a hand dismissively, confused. "And what does that have to do with me? You brought her here, and you were the one who knocked her down.

*loading* "Ella your highness. no I am sorry I did not mean you are a royalty but maybe oh shut up Ella. For fudge sake!" Confirmed my brain is getting haywire and overloaded.. For the 3rd time I hear someone gasp. "For fudge sake!" I look at the men and staff behind him "Are you having an asthma or panic attack or something? Because there is a clinic on the 5th floor you can have a check up or nebulize or something" I saw the side of the eyes of the Fallen angel crinkled in amusement I hope. He is so close. I might hyperventilate in this close proximity. Just one more step our noses might touch.

The room erupted in shock as soon as the words were out of Reuben's mouth. Then, there was a loud crash—Mom had collapsed on the floor. The wail of an ambulance siren wound around the high-rise buildings. Reuben got in with the medical personnel while the Gray family members sent off the guests and reporters. Marcus stood alone, his eyes bloodshot and wide with shock. Beside him, Janae seemed frightened by his reaction. She shook his arm and asked, "Mr. Gray, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"

“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.

I sighed in relief when I heard the unmistakable growl of Nathan and knew they were almost here. My friends were fighting a good fight, but they were outnumbered, with the rogues pushing them back in their desperate attempts to get closer to me. I backed away, grabbing a chair to use as a weapon as I stepped closer to the wall to get away from them. Instead of hitting the wall as I expected, I backed into a person. I froze as I felt something jab me in the neck. Not again was my last thought before I blacked out. Nathan’s point of view

She’s vulnerable without surrounding herself with all of these pawns. ‘I’m not asking permission,’ Nero doesn’t bother waiting for a response, charging at her, but just as we’re about to barrel into her, something slams into my side. Our paws squelch through guts and blood, struggling to gain traction. Weightlessness consumes me, causing bile to lurch in my throat. We’re falling. Nearly a hundred feet separates the top of the cliff from the basin of the ravine. ‘Nero!’ ‘We’re not fucking dying, you dumb asshole,’ he’s able to reach out, snagging on a rock before it breaks free. My ribs crack as we roll down another twenty-five feet, and a pained roar tears from Nero. The sound overpowers the

“By the time you hear this, she’ll be crying your name. And Marek will be bleeding on the floor. You should’ve kept closer watch.” Lucian’s knuckles blanched on the wheel. “No,” he whispered. “Please hold on. I’m coming, Elara.” Back in the penthouse chaos breaking loose Damien raised a hand. “Take her.” Elara stumbled back. “No, please—don’t—” One of Damien’s men lunged. Marek stepped between them. “Touch her and…” A loud impact. Not described. But Marek fell to one knee. Elara screamed, “Marek!”

I cough again, trying to stay conscious as the freezing air bites at my soaked skin. He hauls me out onto the muddy edge, both of us collapsing onto the frozen ground. My chest rises and falls in shallow, frantic heaves. My limbs cannot stop shaking. I turn my head toward him, ready to yell, to blame, to scream. But then it hits me. A flash. The stairs. I am falling. And Drake, he is there. He is standing at the top, watching me fall. His face is calm. Detached. He does not reach for me. He does not even try to stop it.

My boot lands on wet earth. And like a nightmare, the ground disappears beneath me. For one horrible second, nothing happens. Then everything does. The soil gives out. Loose rocks slide violently beneath my feet. My stomach drops. “Oh shi—” The incline collapses under me. I scream. And then I’m falling.