The Falling Novel Novels & Stories

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

[ IN WHICH SHE BEATS DEATH ONCE AGAIN ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V— I thought I had died. Or no. I did die. I remember falling into the void. I remember falling backwards, heading for the ground, but the thing is, I never reached the ground. I kept on falling, endlessly. It was like I had been falling and screaming at the top of my lungs for what felt like an eternity. It felt scary. It felt terrifying. Death. That is another thing it felt like.

Melissa Falling is a lot like drowning. The world doesn't rush past you—it closes in around you. Air is ripped from your lungs, pressure crushes the ribs from your chest, and your head reaches out for something solid, something that will never come. That's what it felt like when the ground vanished beneath us, the manor collapsing into a sinkhole of flames and smoke. One minute I was clinging to Jamal, my cheek pressed against the heat of his chest, the next I was airborne, the earth gone, plummeting into a black abyss with only terror keeping me whole.

Chapter 22 The Fall Between Light and Shadow Anne POV Falling had no beginning or end. It felt like being pulled through water and air and fire all at once. There was no ground beneath me, no ceiling above me, nothing to grasp but Charles’s hand in mine. His grip was the only real thing in the collapsing world of smoke and broken magic. My heart battered my ribs. The rush of wind roared in my ears. I could not breathe. I could not think. Then everything stopped.

The actual person underneath. Someone who hurts people without meaning to. Who makes them doubt their reality. Who leaves them broken. Is that who I'm falling for? Or is that just who he used to be? I don't know anymore. That night there's a show. I shoot it on autopilot. Not really seeing. Not really present. After, Lennon finds me backstage. "You okay? You seem off." "I'm fine." "Sloane." "I said I'm fine." He studies my face. "Something happened. What happened?"

Jack hated falling. He had fallen through markets, contracts, Source corridors, draft rooms, memory layers, and at least three places that Haley had later described as "bad elevators with theology." Falling always meant someone else had chosen the direction. This time, Jack chose faster. "Marcus!" "On it."

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

FALLING MAN NOELLE'S POV I couldn’t stop crying. The moment I closed the apartment door behind me, the weight of everything crashed down like a wave I could no longer hold back. My legs gave out beneath me. I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the cold hardwood floor, knees pulled tightly to my chest, sobbing so hard my entire body shook. Everything hurts.

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.