She Hit The Floor Low-low-low Novels & Stories

It deflected Gildeon’s strikes, twisting and surging to block his clawed hands. But she miscalculated. She read his next movement wrong, expecting an overhead strike when, instead, he swept his arm low, hooking her ankle with brutal force. The impact sent her sprawling. Her back hit the floor with a thud, air ripping from her lungs in a sharp, strangled gasp. A dull, jarring pain spread through her spine, the shock of the fall momentarily paralyzing her. And then he was on top of her.

"Veram." Like watching something in slow motion, her body slid to the side. It landed on the blackened ground with a soft thump and almost inaudible sigh. Blank eyes stared sightlessly at our group. As the blood began to pool under her, the world under our feet bucked and rippled. Shit sticks.

She looked down at me, sprawled on the floor, like I was something vile, something she had just scraped off the bottom of her shoe. She bent slightly, just enough for her voice to reach me, her words dripping with a chilling disdain. "Where do you think you're going, girl!”

Lucky he also waited understanding this was hard to vocalize. “Only when she landed, it was on her feet and one hand, it was like she knew what she was doing. Like how to minimize the impact before slumping to the ground and just groaning. No yelling or screaming in pain. It was more like someone who just landed after falling from 4 or 5 feet.” Taking another breath, I said the next part that I knew would have him here in no time.

The attack caught her so unprepared that she forgot her name when she crashed to the floor. Although the punch didn't hurt, falling on her butt did, especially since that was already the second time she slumped on the same butt cheek. 'Oh, sweet God! How did I end up like this?' "Stand up." 'Should I be buying Rome a dictionary?' "You have to stand up as fast as you can, Mia preziosa." 'Or should I consider getting him a psychiatrist instead?' "I said, stand the fuck up!"

"He is not chasing me because he loves me. He is chasing me because I stopped being something he owned and everything in his architecture requires that he owns what he has decided belongs to him." "Good," I said. I liked what I was hearing. Then I swept her leg. It was a fast, low movement and I gave her less warning than I usually would because she needed to learn to fall correctly under conditions that did not accommodate preparation. She went down hard, her side hitting the mat with a sound that was not gentle. Then she rolled.

I’m a broken human who has no idea what she’s doing unless she’s killing someone. “These flowers say different.” Low spreads his arms out wide and smirks at me. I give in to the desire to slap him and slam my hands flat on his chest. He gives a loud 'umph' as he loses his balance and staggers backwards. He almost falls flat on his ass but he catches himself before he falls into the flowers.

When she got the chance, she bumped the man on purpose and pretended to accidentally fall on the floor. "O-ouch . . . m-my butt . . ." she moaned emotionally as her butt hit the floor. She even winced to make her show more believable. "I'm sorry, Miss . . . Are you alright?!" He held out his palm to her.

’ A split second after, she suddenly fell to the floor, twisting violently like a fish on a hook as though her entire body was being lashed violently by an invisible whip. Then, she screamed.

Her heels clicked frantically against the floor, creating an urgent rhythm that echoed through the suddenly quiet room. After a few sprints, Olivia stumbled on the hem of her red dress, a low gasp escaping from her as her knee hit the floor. The sound of her body meeting the hard surface was sharp and final, like a gavel striking wood. Her dress bunched around her legs, and I could see her shoulders shaking as she tried to steady herself. Cindy and Mindy rushed towards Olivia, stooping down with concerned looks on their faces. Their movements were quick and clumsy, their own heels making small scraping sounds as they hurried to reach their fallen leader.