Novel & Cerita Summary Of Long Way Down

- I got a call from my father when I was in the VIP lounge at the airport, "Come home, Silas. Horizon Capital happens to need a partner in tech. Everything you've studied and learned will be useful here." I gave a quiet hum of agreement into the phone. As the plane climbed into the night sky, I gave the glittering city outside the window one last look. Seven years… To think I had really ended everything… I flew back to Norcrown City overnight. The moment I got off the plane, I received a text from Ruby: [Silas, where are you? Why is the house completely empty?] For the first time, all I could feel was calmness as I looked at that message.

The future of Noxin Technologies was painfully predictable—there was no future. With Melvin's addition to the team, our projects progressed smoothly, the game launched on time, and within three days, it topped the download charts. Less than two weeks later, Noxin declared bankruptcy. As I stood outside the building, I saw Daniel. He looked a mess—haggard, with deep shadows under his eyes, unshaven, and his shirt wrinkled beyond repair. He looked like a man completely defeated, the confident, aloof persona he'd once carried was nowhere to be found.

Several classmates who used to be on good terms with me apologized in quiet voices as they passed me while being taken away. James struggled to crawl toward me, and he grabbed my pant leg. "Can you forgive me, Celeste?" I shook my head coldly. James looked like he was in pain as he proceeded to throw up more blood. He passed out after that. Their regrets meant nothing to me. I could never forgive them for what they did to me. This entire fiasco was streamed live by a passerby. It took only a few hours for it to trend. Everything happened so fast, and angry comments filled the stream.

I couldn't buy a bottle of water, couldn't call a ride, couldn't even prove who I was. The strength drained from my legs. The weight of it all, the night, the escape, the crushing oversight of my own life, became too much to bear. I sat down, right there in the grimy pavement of the street, my back against the cold brick wall. The tears didn't come; it was a numbness deeper than despair. How could I have let this thing overtake my entire world? Just then, a sleek, silent taxi, a driverless pod of polished black metal, pulled up to the curb beside me. Its door slid open with a hushed, expensive sigh. A disembodied, pleasant voice emanated from within. "Taxi for Angelina O'Shea."

I stood alone in the equipment room, staring at the folder Brody had thrown onto the table. Griffin Lattimer looked older in the photograph on the cover than he did ten years ago, but his eyes had not changed. When Robb had used up his last breath of oxygen at 3,600 feet, Griffin redirected the only rescue vessel that could reach Robb. It was all because Elise Rowe had called in hysterics, screaming that her daughter, Cora, had fallen into the water. Cora had been in the shallows. She had merely lost her footing and swallowed a mouthful of water.

Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out of her lips as she felt her whole body being sucked by a strong force beneath her and she just found herself falling. Amira gasped as she paddled her feet up after feeling the shortness of breath. She was panting hard as she tried to catch her breath after resurfacing from the water. She can feel the rapid beating of her heart. Her eyes were all around the place as she tried to take in the foreign surrounding. She tried to recall what happened but all she could remember was that she jumped into the Pond of Living, got sucked up by something, and then, she was falling.

We are going down. Well, I think you can see it is similar to 'Incoming' for we are coming hard and pretty fast down to the floor. I watch as the pilot with absolute breathtaking skills holds the UH-1Y together just long enough to drop us down safely on the floor. But we are leaking fuel, we need to get out and as far away as possible. With complete haste, we unclip ourselves loose, though Galland, with somewhat of trembling hands, shaking beyond what can be controlled to free himself, I help him out with what is only mere moments to spare. As we dive down into a nearby ditch, Big Bettie sings her final song as she erupts into flames in burst apart from her seems.

The instant I left the driver’s seat, a deafening explosion erupted behind me. The shockwave and heat hurled me more than ten meters away. I rolled several times before slamming heavily into the ground. Ignoring the pain tearing through my body, I forced myself to look up toward my car. Flames roared, and the wind howled. My car had exploded!

You will still be able to eat from the ground like a dog even without your hands. After saying that, he pulled out a handgun and fired two shots at my wrists. The agonizing pain caused me to black out. Three days had passed by the time I came to. This was when I found myself locked in the family's basement reserved for traitors. Three days of having nothing to eat or drink made me extremely weak, so much so that I could no longer feel my hands. Derek happened to send a message to me. "Have you repented? I will forgive you as long as you come over and grovel at Lilyanne's feet to apologize to her. Then, you may remain as my wife."

I tried in vain to sink my nails into his arm. My blood turned to ice when I felt Jax jerking my pants down. A dozen scenarios flittered through my mind, desperately attempting to figure out what his end game is. “Jax get off of me, let me go or I swear to God this time I am calling the police.” The mention of the police brought another crushing blow to my head. I struggled trying to clear the black dots that swarmed in front of my eyes. Jax used that moment to secure me on my stomach. He managed to yank my pants down past my knees.