Novel & Cerita The Hardest Fall

Raindrops fell from the dark gloomy sky as if crying for a fallen angel. Her funeral was full of tears. She was well loved by many. People wept, wailed, and screamed. She was gone too soon, too early. I scanned through the crowd and saw unfamiliar faces drenched in misery; except for one— jet-black hair and eyes of silver-grey stared blankly as her coffin was slowly lowered down six feet underground.

"Why do I go down under the cliff in the middle of the night? I don't even have a buckle. I'll be a meat pie if I fall!" Climbing down the rope for a couple of meters, Ding Hao was feeling a little desperate. His prophecy had unfortunately come true. Before he could finish his words, there went a snap. The seemingly solid rope actually snapped in the middle of it. Ding Hao was scared as hell. Before he could look up, he felt the gravity and fell down like a meteor. He was like a falling star. Before he could react, Ding Hao tumbled down and landed upon the bumps of the cliff wall. He was bleeding and feeling the ache in his bones as if he had been chopped into pieces. The next moment, he los

“God, please, not here. I don’t want to fall. I don’t want my baby to die. Please… Please… Spare my child. Please…” I grabbed my chest, feeling the tightness as the pain continued to overpower my body. I didn’t know what else to do to steady myself. I couldn’t stand on my feet, and taking a few steps away from the railing also proved too difficult for me. How could I take a step when I couldn’t even move my body? I could see the cars speeding by on the road, and I was certain nothing would save me from turning into minced meat if I fell from here. Even if I didn’t fall on the road, there was no way I would survive a fall from fifteen storeys high in the sky.

of the cookies Gianni's mother baked. When he got better, she made a mental note to never ask for or receive his help because she felt he had gone through more than enough already because of trying to help her. Looking at it critically, the fall was solely her fault, she was the one who wanted a treehouse because almost all the kids in school had one, She was the one who kept tailing behind him, begging him to help her build one because, to her, he was the elder brother she never had, she was the one that wailed nonstop when he had told her he wouldn't do it and when he finally did, her happiness was short-lived. She remembered running over to him only to realize that he was bleeding, she h

The heel caught. I didn't fall forward—I had enough instinct to redirect the fall, but it went sideways instead, and then I was going down, the railing not close enough to grab in time, and I hit the second stair and the third and the landing at the base of the next flight with the specific, full-body impact of a fall that had too much momentum to soften. Six stairs. Maybe seven. I stopped moving.

Hardwood is not a forgiving place to land. I’m not going to let her know how bad it fucking hurt. I’m trying to maintain what’s left of my chewed-up man card. Besides, it's not like I’ve never fallen before. Shit happens on construction sites, no matter how careful you are. The difference is that I have a hard hat on, and the only people who would see me fall and possibly mock me are my coworkers and not the half-naked woman I’m looking to fuck.

It grabbed Kael by the scruff of the neck. It ripped him off its tail. It held Kael up. It looked at the black wolf with disdain. Then it threw him. Kael sailed through the air. He did not land on the catwalk. He fell over the edge. Toward the lava. "KAEL!" I screamed. Time seemed to stop. I watched him fall. He was thrashing in the air. He hit a lower maintenance platform twenty feet down. He slammed into the metal grating with a sickening crunch. He did not move.

She wanted to take it out to keep herself warm, but she couldn't catch up with Hansen who was holding the bags. "Ouch!" Although the downhill road was not as difficult as the uphill road, it was easier to fall down because of the shift in the center of gravity. Jenna was careful. Although she walked slowly, she still stepped on a small stone, and her feet tilted to one side. Her ankle twister and she fell to the ground in an instant. She was in so much pain that she screamed and groaned.

It feels like it takes forever, but eventually, I find a small groove to stick one toe in, and after another desperate search, another hole just big enough to wedge the toe of my other sneaker in the rock face. And then finally I can breathe again because I’m no longer falling. But then I make the mistake of peering over my shoulder and wish I could unsee the fall I know is waiting for me if I let go. I don’t know how far I’ve fallen, but I still can’t see the bottom. I’m so far up that it doesn’t matter that I’m a shifter. If I fall, I will die. There is no way anyone can survive a thousand-plus-foot drop like the one I’m facing.

In that moment, a plan formed in my mind, a desperate decision to use sheer force. Swiftly changing direction, I positioned myself with my back against the opposite end, preparing to deliver a powerful strike. Summoning all the strength I had, I kicked forward with great force, trying to break the stubborn seal. I was forcefully propelled upwards, trying to push it open, but the exit remained stubbornly closed. Confusion overwhelmed me as I abruptly landed on the floor below. Struggling to sit up, I felt aches and pains throughout my body, a clear indication of the severity of the fall I had just experienced. Looking up, I was amazed by the significant distance between the ceiling and the fl