The Hardest Fall Novels & Stories

And it was inevitable that she would fall. Harder.

The timing was key. “I’m only too happy to be of service to you, my Alpha,” cooed Stephanie, and Connor picked up on it. He found her extremely attractive but wasn’t quite sure if she was ‘the one’ to select as his Luna. Yes, she was feisty and ruthless like him, but she would first need to prove herself. He would definitely be keeping a close eye on her. Stephanie began to stand up when she was dismissed by Connor. Her foot caught the edge of the rug and she lost her balance and fell forward. Connor was luckily there to catch her or she would have hit her head against the corner of his desk.

I always want to move higher, higher to the the exact top of the hill, where they were, but I am scared of heights, I've always had this fear of falling, and he was always so high and maybe that's why I wasn't able to reach him, Up high, it so beautiful, so exotic and is filled with so much nostalgia, but when you fall, you fall so hard you hit rock bottom and you will never be able to stand again. My mind was filled with thoughts, as I looked at them with my eyes as red as red can be, because I was trying to hard to hold back the years that filled my eyes, "Ah… This is gonna be a Hassel for me" I thought as I tried to rub my eyes attempting to make the redness disappear, but I knew that was

Monroe too felt so relieved in her heart that she had leaned against the wall in order to not fall to the ground. The scene was beautiful. The story of a kid who struggled for his passion had now reached its climax. The story where Kendrick Huntington was able to reach his goal, with numerous hurdles and scars marking his path. Jeremy held onto Roy's arm and wiped the tears that had unintentionally escaped from his eyes too after seeing the happy moment. Giving up shouldn't be the option when you can only survive through winning.

I ordered. Climbing down quickly, I wait for everyone to be down. Getting my equipment ready, I climb off, but a sudden explosion has the building shuddering. I heard my men yelled from down. I tried holding firmly from an edge, but the same shuddering continued. Losing the grip, I fall down. “SHIT!” I yelled. I tried holding myself from anything and hoped that maybe the rope wouldn’t snap. The fall would hurt me most, but it would have me incapacitated for a while, I couldn’t afford that.

The door suddenly closed and she pushed me to the big hole and in an instant, I fell. I fall and fall like there is no end. “Aaaahh!!!” I shouted because of the never-ending fall. I saw her watching me fall with her cold eyes and emotionless face. I keep on falling like I was falling from a very tall building. The pressure is pulling me down. I don’t know where my falling ends but this is better than getting stuck in a place full of agony and hatred. I keep on falling and falling and falling…

I looked down to see that thousands of feet below were rocky peaks and dangerous terrain. If I fell down there, there was no healing or coming back from that. I would be tomato paste and bread on that ground. But before me was another mountain which could save me if I reached it. I had not calculated my fall but jumped because I thought I would be falling into water. Praying for the moon goddess to help me reach it, I grabbed hold of the edge, almost missing it by a finger. Using my strength, I pulled myself up to look back and see the rogues falling to their death. It was a gruesome sight seeing them fall to the bottom and just like I had said… tomato paste and bread. They were dead.

Every ounce of strength. She let go. Suddenly. My weight was already shifting backward from pulling so hard. My foot reached behind me, searching for solid ground. There was nothing. I’d forgotten where I was standing. Right at the edge of the stairs. My arms shot out, grasping desperately for the railing. My fingers brushed it but couldn’t hold on. I fell. My back slammed into the stairs. The air left my lungs. Then gravity took over. I was tumbling, my body hitting step after step. Each impact sent pain shooting through me.

I reached out wildly, trying to grab onto anything to stop my fall, and my hands found the front of Susanna’s hospital gown. The thin fabric tore under the strain, but it was too late. The momentum of my fall pulled her down with me. Time seemed to slow down as gravity took hold. I instinctively twisted my body, curling inward to shield my stomach from the impact of my fall. Pain exploded across my back as I collided with the railing before tumbling further down the stairs. Each collision sent shock waves through my already battered body. Finally, I landed awkwardly on the landing, my breath knocked out of me in one painful gasp.

Or they don't want to associate themselves with me. Is it my fault that I'm like this. I hated myself so much. Every year on my birthday I try to jump down from the hospital's rooftop. I just couldn't do it. Whenever I wanted to my chest tightens and it gets really hard to breathe. Sometimes, I even black out.