She's Been Living On The Highest Shelf Novels & Stories

The sharp look in my eyes made her avert her gaze, too scared to hold mine. The tension grew in the silence. I knew Naomi was at war with herself. She was weighing the value of her life against that absurd pride she'd built by trampling on my dignity. In the end, her desperation to live won. "Fine…" Naomi feebly squeezed out the word through clenched jaws. "I'll do it."

She had intense claustrophobia, a result of her being abused by her father ever since she was a child, and it was only after Charles held her close and comforted her that she stopped sobbing. After that, whenever there was a power outage, Charles would rush to her side to take care of her. In the present, Charles looked at his phone with a conflicted expression before he accepted the call, and Sue's trembling voice came out the speakers. "S-Sorry, sir… Could you come save me? I-I've been trapped in the hospital's elevator, and I'm so scared… My… My phone is about to run out of battery, and…" Before he could even respond, the call ended, and that sent him into panic immediately.

My heart melted at the sound of her voice. She was still as lovely as I remembered, and time had been kind to her. Her gray eyes still shone, but this time, they seemed tired, suffocated, and desperate for help. Her brown skin looked pale with stress and hurt, and her once-lush brown hair now seemed lackluster. She appears to be going through the worst time in her life.

How did I end up like this? I’m Ruth Sylvester. People screamed my name on red carpets. Now I’m screaming in my own head. She coughed, fasting blood. Naomi… that bitch… Gerard… always looking down at me… Lewiston… those eyes like death… he watched me fall… Tears mixed with the dirt on her cheek. If I ever get out… If I ever breathe air again… I’ll burn them all. Every single one of them. Her body trembled from days without proper food, from nights where guards kicked her out of boredom, where inmates dragged her by the hair because she was “the famous one.”

He was still working on his song book. She wove her way up the bus and brushed her teeth over the tiny sink using bottled water, before putting her shoes away in one of the drawers at the bottom of the bunks. She crawled into the bank and drew the curtains around, lying on top of the bedding. She was on the bottom bunk, with Owen above her, a concession for her shorter legs making getting into the higher bunk more difficult.

He was still working on his song book. She wove her way up the bus and brushed her teeth over the tiny sink using bottled water, before putting her shoes away in one of the drawers at the bottom of the bunks. She crawled into the bank and drew the curtains around, lying on top of the bedding. She was on the bottom bunk, with Owen above her, a concession for her shorter legs making getting into the higher bunk more difficult.

Despite cold shivers down her spine, the next step was obvious - she had to get there. “Why am I so stupid to come here in high heels?!” She chastised herself and quickly slid off her shoes. In her haste and desperation, Jenn carefully climbed the rocky shelf, using the flickering light of her torch to guide her way. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a mix of anxiety and anticipation swirling within her. The sight of the large leg sticking out from the rocky wall both horrified her and gave her hope.

UNKNOWN POV "We have to stop meeting here." The woman said. She walked over to the edge of the roof and peered down at the street below. The zoom of cars, the people who looked like ants from the view. "It's a beautiful sunset." Her companion said. She turned to see him standing right on the edge of the roof, his eyes on the sky over head. She turned to glance at the sky and sighed. "You didn't call me out here to admire sunsets, did you?"

If she dares cause trouble I swear I won't hesitate to kill the bitch. “Do I know you?” She asked. I shook my head. My head still facing down. “You are right,” she laughed and walked back to her dresser. “You are just a slave. I don't even know what most of the old fools working for my father.” She turned to me. “I guess when you are in the spotlight, your brain only recognises people in your class.” That's definitely not the case. You are just too dumb. “Double the pillow this time,” she added, opening her drawer.

she held onto Rachael's hand as she cried. She finally rested her head on her shoulder, staring blankly at the wall. "There are some words I found admonishing in Barbie words and in Shooting a rating star. Giving up is not a choice. I can be anything I want to be as long as I am myself. Gloria, take those words to heart and change your story.