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

"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.

Same words that boil through my brain. "We were talking wh....." We? I look up and punch him square in the face. Dean flies backward against the glass door with a sickening thud. Carlton moves immediately, taking him off my way. "Anor!" Her hand slacks on the two women she’s holding. They fall to the floor, and someone pulls her down too. Hitting the floor together. "Anor!" I’m moving, crossing the floor to where she lies on the linoleum. PRESENT

"Put me down." Another voice answered, this one deeper, and edged with impatience. "We've covered enough ground. Make camp here." Whoever held me stopped moving immediately, and without a second warning, dropped me onto the floor. Fuck... I hit the floor hard, knocking all the air from my lungs as pain exploded up my spine. "Fuck... shit..." I groaned again, curling instinctively as leaves and dirt pressed onto my cheek. That hurt. “Watch it,” someone hissed sharply. “He’s precious cargo, you idiots.”

Letting out a dramatic oof as all the air leaves my lungs on impact. “Toya!” I squeal in shocked outrage that I'm now lying on my floor and staring at my ceiling. Ungracefully splatted out like a pancake. She leans over the edge to look down at me, hovering inches above, suitably remorseful with a petted lip and little frown. Adorably sorry for her aggressive maneuver. “My bad…I forgot how weak your little milky white ass was, Miss Witch. Maybe you need to lift some weights or something.”

Not under my watch. Putting out my leg, she trips over and with a loud and painful thud falls to the floor. “Oops! My bad.”

Shutting my eyes and holding in my breathe I play dead that utter teach her "You can get up now," she says with triumph in her voice. She trips me and now she thinks she's won. Not happening "Boss I'm being serious" her voice now sounds desperate. She drops onto her knees and starts feeling around the floor "Oh my god Daniel" her voice sounds worried and scared

I leaped upon reaching the stairs, trying to make the perfect entrance. My legs landed perfectly on the floor but my heels failed me, my whole body moving along with gravity. Thump! “Madam, are you okay?” Murmurs erupted as I lay flat on the floor. I lowered my head to the floor, not wanting anyone to see how weak I was. A scout would have stood still despite the heels failing; that’s how strong they were compared to me. “Why are you on the floor?” His cold voice resonated in my ears. I tilted my head towards his voice, his icy glare sending shivers down my spine.

he threw her on the floor, took off his belt, vigorously hit. "Chat Chat Chat" the sound resounded, every time it sounded, it made the girl below hurt to shrink. She could only hold her body tightly in pain and shed tears "Ah, don't hit me anymore." she begged weakly, but the rope still brutally fell on her, leaving scratches and stains everywhere it went.

“I said get out.” “Relax,” she murmured. “You’ll enjoy—” Her words cut off. Because in that moment, she slipped. Her heel caught the edge of the rug. Her body tilted backward and before I could catch her, she hit the floor. The sound of her head hitting the vase behind her echoed through the room. I stared at her, my chest rising slowly as the realization settled in. She wasn’t moving.

This is what you get for getting out of line. You should've kept quiet. They never wanted you here. She managed once as far as the door. Her hand was against the wall to hold on, her legs shaking. Two steps. And then her knees gave way beneath her, brutally. Her chin hit the floor. Her body doubled in toward herself again. And the whispering strengthened.