The Falling Novel Novels & Stories

He packed the goods for me and told me to have a nice day. I walked out of the mall and noticed that the rain would start falling any time soon. A drop of rain plopped right on my nose, then another, and another, then it started to drizzle. I decided to seek shelter in the mall until it stops raining. I covered my face with my hand and turned around, only to collide with a hard chest. Startled, everything I was holding fell down. "Shit." I said and bent down to pick them up. I looked up and met with green Iris staring irritatingly at me. It was the handsome rude guy. I was still mad at him for stealing my peanut butter.

"Hmm, so you're antisocial?" Vanessa thought about it for a moment, as though she did not know what she was. She shrugged. "I wouldn't say antisocial though. I just find fictional characters more tolerable. Relatable. So, I spend a lot of time reading novels. What about you? Tell me something about you and then we call it even." "Nope. Not telling. I'll rather show you." Vanessa squeezed her face. "What?" "Well," Jake started and cleared his throat. "I do a lot of reading myself and I'm something of a writer. Show, don't tell, my critics always warned. Well, I'm following their warning this time. So, yeah, I'll rather show you."

As I looked at him and Mia, I never thought about myself falling in love before. We finally reached the Waterfall Meadows, and the atmosphere felt magnificent. As we parked the truck and set up the camping tent, we met more people from college. Our summer vacation has started, and everyone agreed to camp out in nature. The reflection of the sky on the waterfall and the alluring beauty of the grassland were bewitching. And there she was, beneath the sunset and the rainbow, a beautiful girl. She is as beautiful as the moonlight at night, and her authenticity is measured by the sincerity I see in her blue eyes. I looked into her eyes and I knew that I wanted to get to know her more. She is the

“I know you don’t belong here. Not because you’re not beautiful enough or wealthy enough. But because you’re convinced you don’t deserve to be here. People who feel they deserve things don’t carry themselves the way you do.” Maya stepped forward. “Okay, mystery man. That’s enough amateur psychology for one night.” He ignored her completely. His focus remained locked on me. “I’m curious what happened to make someone so thoroughly diminished. Public scandal? Professional failure? Betrayal?” “All of the above,” I said before I could stop myself. The martinis had loosened my tongue. Something flickered in his expression. Interest, maybe. Or satisfaction. “Interesting.” “What’s interesting?” I de

She did her best to listen to the different genres of music just to see if it would work, but it didn’t, so she came up with the idea to watch tons of romance movies just to get some inspiration, and luckily; it worked. “What was your novel all about?” Zeno asked while they were eating. Annalise stopped slicing the pork and looked at him, who was eating peacefully, “A man fell in love with a woman who just came to be his wife because of the agreement.” Zeno suddenly choked when heard her answer. Because of that, the maid panicked and offered him a glass of water. “Are you okay?” Annalise asked him when she witnessed him choke. “Yeah,” he responded. “Are you planning to publish that?”

Lily literally falls for every hot dude she meets either in good circumstances or bad ones. “He is the Bratva’s first son, Vincenzo Salvatore De Luca.” My jaw ticked and my fingers dug into my palms, almost drawing out blood at the mention of his name. “Oh my gosh! He is so hot!” “Let’s go, Lily. I need to speak to Dad.” I walked past the dreamy girl, who wished she could have Vincenzo towering over her while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But she had no idea that the devil does none of that.

They were trying to keep her here. And Lyla would not be caged. She felt it before it happened. A shift. A trap. And then The ground opened beneath her. The city swallowed her whole. She fell. Down. Down. Down into something that should not exist. And as the light above her disappeared She realized she was not alone. The fall ended too soon. She landed hard, rolling to her feet, her body tense. The air was thick. Heavy. And before her A door. Not broken.

First I wobble on my feet when I try to reach higher and grab the tampon which of course makes me lose balance, I try to keep myself from falling by holding onto the woman’s shoulders but that is an even more terrible idea because she obviously hates me and wants me off her body as soon as possible. I know this because she pushes my hand away which has me reeling back. But I’m not one to give up so easily so I grab her shirt and we both tumble down to the ground. It would have been fine if our encounter ended her but of course not, I don’t have such good luck. The woman had unfortunately tried to grab the shelf to avoid falling down but like me she had failed and only sent all the tampons on

Shadows leaped, thickening into a dome over her head, but this wasn’t a neat beam or a discrete hazard—it was a chunk of the environment itself giving way under the strain. Her barrier caught part of the impact. Only part. The slab punched through, slowed but not stopped, heading straight for her ribs. “Selene!” I choked. There was no time to write on the floor. There is no time to reach a shelf. Only air between falling ceiling and her body. I didn’t think. I just stabbed the pen at the collapsing mass and dragged it sideways. The nib tore a jagged line in empty space, ink blazing in its wake. FALLS LIKE INK, NOT STONE.