Second Hand Fall For You Novels & Stories

I smile as I gaze at my ring, holding my hand up so it catches the light. "You like it?" I shake my head. "I love it. It's perfect." "Thank you for saying yes." "There was never any other answer for me. I started falling for you the night you fed me dessert." "So that's all it took, huh? Buttering you up with sweets?" "Pssh. Obviously. That and your sexy body." "I see. If I let myself go from all the desserts then you'll leave me?" "Of course." "Guess I'll just have to keep reminding you why you fell for me in the first place, then."

“You will have your time of mourning and then you will see that life begins to fall back into place again. You will never forget him, but you will get back a part of you that feels lost right now.” “All that I am now is a training Omega…nothing more…nothing less.”

I said curiously. "Well, I don’t know but I am pretty sure that those two devils are up to no good". Liam replied. "So, what’s the second step, since our first one was a quick success, I suppose that we are going to proceed towards our second step". I asked. "Yes, we are going to. Listen closely, if we make a mistake on this step, trust me our plan will be a failure." I nodded and listened closely. "So, the second step is…."

[Damn it, he backed out! What do I do, everyone? Please help!!! How can I get him to agree to come out?!] Aside from the commenters cheering him on, the same user who had first offered advice reappeared. [Does it have to be your buddy who takes the fall?] [Can't you just find someone else?] Simon replied, clearly displeased: [No. It has to be him. I just don't like him. You have no idea—during lunch today, the way he acted all high and mighty pissed me off. Anyway, I want to see him socially ruined and condemned by everyone!]

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨

The heel caught. I didn't fall forward—I had enough instinct to redirect the fall, but it went sideways instead, and then I was going down, the railing not close enough to grab in time, and I hit the second stair and the third and the landing at the base of the next flight with the specific, full-body impact of a fall that had too much momentum to soften. Six stairs. Maybe seven. I stopped moving.

I put on a big smile and wave to the crowd. Something shifts above. My gaze flicks upwards and I see a lighting board about to fall but I don't stop walking because stopping means panicking which ultimately gets people killed. I calculate distance. Impact. Angle. Timing. Three seconds. I could move. Of course I could. But the people near the stage? They won't be fast enough. So I shift slightly. Ready to catch it. Ready to take the hit. A force slams into me from the side. I'm off balance for exactly half a second before I correct, my body twisting mid-fall but I don't hit the ground because something, someone...

I fell down. @SenaSen

The cushion from his lap fell to the ground with an inaudible thud. What the hell did he do?