Second Hand Fall For You Novels & Stories

So I took the stairs. I was halfway up to the second floor, my heels clicking against marble, when I heard footsteps above me. Quick, purposeful. I moved to the side to let whoever it was pass. That's when my heel caught. One moment I was standing. The next, I was falling backward, my body tilting, the world spinning, and all I could see was marble rushing up to meet me and I was going to die again, I was going to break on these stairs just like I broke on the estate stairs and—

He couldn't possibly have kept track of anything. "Eleven," Leo said, leaning close to Archer's ear. "We almost finished up a 12-pack box. Wanna guess where the 12th one is, hmm?" The cold aluminium foil was then pressed against Archer's lower stomach as Leo slowly inched it up his body.

"I won't let you fall." But something tells me it is too late. I've already fallen.

But as I swing my leg over, panic grips me. My hand misses the ledge, grasping at empty air. Time seems to slow as I feel myself tipping backward, the ground suddenly much farther than it was a second ago. And then I’m falling, the world spinning around me as I plummet from the second story of the mansion. I see Tavin’s face, eyes wide with horror, as he lunges forward—too late. In that infinite moment between sky and ground, a single thought flashes through my mind… This is not how I thought I was going to go out.

I have fallen enough to fall again for Lucian's act I can only play along for what I need to achieve And being a free woman can really come in handy

Ethan said. "I know," I said, and the two words came out slightly under my breath, slightly rougher than I intended. The next movement came directly, no angle, no approach from the side. Straight at the front, fast, and I was a half second late in reading it. The half second was enough. My balance broke properly this time, not a stagger but a real shift, my center going somewhere my feet could not follow fast enough, and for a clear and specific moment I was going to fall.

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

Jesus, he hadn’t felt this nervous in years—not even before his first board meeting, or the Group’s annual shareholder gala, when he’d been called to address some of the world’s biggest industrialists after his father own speech, in which the older man had announced his retirement. Thinking on it now in fact, he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt this nervous in his life and the uncomfortable thought that he had always been sure of his place in the world, whether he liked to admit it to himself or not, came over him. Nico turned away from the windows and returned to his seat, feeling a sharp stab of annoyance when he glanced at his Rolex to find that he’d been waiting for what was running onto twent

The second hand swept forward. One minute left.

Just say you messed up to the High King! The High King waved his hand, clearly annoyed, and the guards shut the doors. The hall fell silent. The second-in-command handed me a wooden box once more. "Sophie, this is the High King's blessing, paving the way for your future." I looked down at the wooden box in my hands, knowing full well what it meant. It was the symbol of the High King's power and riches. Later, at the banquet, I looked around and did not spot Iris anywhere.