Romans & histoires The Hardest Fall

“We’re almost home.” Falling out of a portal is easy. Protecting your mate as you fall, that’s the hard part. The end of the portal goes from a pinpoint of light to a gaping hole that sucks me in before I can brace myself. As we fall, I twist to land on my back, but there’s no “This Way Up” sign inside a portal. I fall at an awkward angle and land on my side. My shoulder hits the hard ground with a painful snap. I feel my clavicle cave under my weight, making me instantly nauseous. Kas lets go of me, but her leg wrapped around my waist makes a sickly pop when it gets trapped between my hip and the ground.

I should climb back up and get back into bed before they notice I am gone. But I do not. I cannot. I crouch on the narrow ledge and prepare for the final drop. The bushes below look soft enough to break my fall. I hope they are soft enough. What if I break something? What if I hurt myself worse and cannot get back? Stop thinking. Just do it. I let go. The impact jolts through my entire body and I have to bite down on my tongue hard to keep from crying out. The metallic taste of blood fills my mouth.

I forced myself to stop my teeth from chattering and fight against my drunken stupor to prevent myself from going too far. It was strange that I felt particularly horrible at this moment when I should have been used to being looked down upon for more than twenty years. I could no longer tell if I was feeling awful from sadness or from my relentless heat cycle. My heart was restless, while my veins throbbed so hard that it hurt. I promised myself that I would reward myself handsomely after I got through this challenging time.

One after another, people jumped in to tear him apart. [Is breaking up really that hard? You'd rather scheme against a buddy who trusts you? Are you even human?] [Meeting someone like you is the worst kind of bad luck. I hope your buddy sees this post and realizes what you really are. Disgusting.] [Stop pushing this kind of garbage to me. I'm so mad I'm about to get a lump in my chest! Idiot!] But the poster wasn't affected in the slightest. He fired back at each comment.

But he wouldn’t listen. I was right behind him as it happened — he reached the stairwell, lost control, and tumbled down. “Nick! No!” I ran down after him. He lay crumpled at the bottom, blood pooling around him. I dropped to my knees, lifting his limp body into my arms. “Help!” I yelled, my voice breaking. “Someone, please help!” Tears blurred my eyes as I held him, shaking.

Zachary, who cared so much about his reputation, finally had no choice but to slam the necrospermia diagnosis on the table the third time Tiffany caused a scene. "You think I didn't see those videos of you with other men? I have necrospermia. You go sleep with other men and try to pin it on me? Keep dreaming!" "Did you see those videos?" Tiffany asked. "How the hell did you even get a hold of them?" When Tiffany was publicly confronted with the truth, she nearly lost it. She charged at Zachary with a scream, desperate to tear his mouth off. But she was no match for him. In the chaos of their struggle, she lost the baby.

The people in it were clearly Josh and Whitney. Whitney wiped her tears, confidence returning to her face. "Josh, if you take one more step, I'll send this to Yvette. Tell me, after she finds out about your little stand-in game, do you think she'll still stay with you?" Josh staggered back, disbelief written all over his face, veins standing out along his neck. He lunged for her phone, but stumbled and fell hard onto the sand. The others, sensing things were going wrong, rushed to persuade him.

The glass did not break when she hit it. It bent. The strong crystal dome of the Sterling Technologies atrium bent down like a clear trampoline. It took the force of Elara's three-hundred-foot fall with an elastic groan that vibrated through her teeth. For a short time she was stuck on a web of white stress fractures. She was looking through the clear floor at the ninety-story drop below. Then the roof completely failed.

It was enough that I could slip a claw through and slice the barrier up through the middle. I was immediately falling from the sky. I imagined a soft pillow catching me, uncertain if that exercise would work. I closed my eyes, fearing the worst as I dropped hard to the ground. Surrounding me was the fluffiest pillow that took the brunt of my fall. I laid there for a second, catching my breath.

I smirk and jump onto her. What I didn’t realize is that we’re about 40 feet away from the ground, and there were no branches around. Fuck. I brace myself for the fall. Thankfully there are no rocks around. I hit the ground. Not too painful, nothing I can’t handle. I get up, but was quickly pushed back down by my mate falling on top of me... At least I cushioned her fall. “That was more than 10 minutes,” Grayson claims. ”Was not.” ”Was too.”