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

" As she spoke, she reached for the blade, pretending like she was about to slash her own face. Of course, the others were not about to let her hurt herself. They rushed forward to stop her. Sheila cried even harder and leaned right into a male colleague's arms. With a beautiful girl clinging to him, the guy immediately lost all sense and turned on me. "Rose, you've gone too far. Sheila accidentally ruined your experiment, and now you're forcing her to disfigure herself? Are you really upset about your experiment, or are you just jealous because Sheila is prettier than you?" His words made everyone look at me. Their eyes were filled with disdain. Sheila, on the other hand, looked pleased.

Her tired, overactive imagination was more than likely going to see an axe murderer (or Boris) in every shadow. Wandering into the living room she looked up and whispered 'wow' as she took in the loft that soared high above her head at the top of a wooden staircase. She grinned and trailed her fingers across the smooth wooden railing as she headed up. She wished, when she reached the top, that it was daylight and she could see out across the lake valley.

She pulled out a can of peach soda, cracked it open, took one sip… and promptly laid down flat with the can still in hand. I blinked. “Are you… going to sleep like that?” “Mm-hmm,” she mumbled, eyes already closed. “Horizontal living. Very underrated.” “You’re wearing boots.” “They keep the nightmares away.” I stared at her for a full ten seconds, trying to decide if she was joking. She didn’t move. Didn’t even open her eyes. And just like that, I realized that I had no idea how I was going to survive this. Things were about to get really sane.

**** Sharon was in her room that night. She sat on the edge of her bed, her trembling hands clutching the deadly instrument that held the power to alter the course of destiny. Moonlight filtered through the parted curtains, casting ethereal shadows upon her face, reflecting the turmoil that raged within her soul. The weight of her decision bore heavily upon her, a burden that threatened to consume her every thought and emotion.

she curses “Yes shit. That thing is fucking high. You'll die either way" She shakes her head and turns towards the camera, My men are almost down. “Get the bedsheets in your room. We're going down”.

This was her sacrifice, and she would bear it alone. She peeled off her heels, holding them in her hands as she made her way barefooted up the stairs. Getting into her bed felt like the second best feeling in the world, right after unclasping her bra. She drew ger blanket over her head, snuggling into ger pillow and wondering why Shawn's personality couldn't just match his face. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

She's been blind not to see Brent's real character. She almost said a bad word when she spilled a small amount of coffee on her school uniform. She quickly reaches for the tissue to wipe the stain, but she suddenly saw something under the table mattress. She noticed thay it was a piece of tissue and there was something written on it. 4 THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ME. (IF YOU CARE...) 1.)I'M AN INVISIBLE MAN TO OTHERS. 2.)A LONELY HEARTS CLUB MEMBER 3.)I'M A FREAK.

she said while getting dressed and she left . My mind goes immediately to Anna , the girl i met few hours ago , the only person i crave to be in my room at the moment was her , i crave to fuck her over and over again until she can't walk anymore, i'd pound into her in every position possible , i'd spoil her in any way possible , I'd get her whatever she wants, i would give her the world I've never felt anything towards Amelia , it was fun fucking her , but now , after meeting Anna , fucking Amelia was off the table .

My eyes traced back to the High ceiling shelves she was talking about before I gave her a faint smile, being more tired than I care to admit. "Naa. I started from the ones down." I assured her, "I searched through some top ones though. But only those within my reach." "Okay." She heaved a sigh of relief, "Next time please just tell me and I will call one of the guards to help you or I will even do it myself." "You can climb that High?" I say looking at the gigantic shelves that reached the peak of the extremely high ceiling. She shrugged, "I haven't actually done so but I know I can. At Least, if I fall by mistake and break something, I will heal in seconds and much faster than you. Besides,

And since she could just open the door that easily, she didn't need to see how high or what floor she was at. The pressure of the cold wind said a lot. Slowly and gently, she tiptoed to get the chair. The only loud thing in the room was her heartbeat and nothing else. She knew she had to escape and she had no time to waste. When she successfully, got the chair next to the window, she gently stood up on it to look at the ground. To her shock, she could estimate more or less that she was much higher than she was expecting. If she was not mistaken, she was on the highest floor of an old mansion.