Novel & Cerita The Upside Of Falling Pdf

Her eyes went crimson as the pain flooded over her. She realized she had to flee from him as quickly as possible. Her instincts shouted for safety, pushing her to keep a safe distance from him. She noticed that the lift was not moving when she looked at the floor number. “Why…. why is this lift not moving”

Toward it. Toward him. Toward the game he thinks he’s already winning. Let him believe that. For now because the best part about falling? Is the moment right before it happens and he hasn’t even realized he’s already stepping off the edge. I won't be defeated.

“Because I invested in talent. Which is what I’m telling people. And which is true, by the way. Veridian will be profitable under your management. I don’t make bad investments.” I walked to Maya’s window, looking out at Brooklyn waking up. “What happens when people find out this is fake?” “They won’t. Unless you tell them. Which would violate the contract and cost you everything.” A pause. “Diana, I need you to understand something. The narrative matters. How people perceive this relationship affects both of us. If they see you as someone I rescued out of pity, you’re diminished. If they see you as my equal, as someone I chose because you’re exceptional, you’re elevated.”

I teetered with one foot on the stairs, dangerously close to falling head over ass down the flight of stairs. My arms flailed wildly in the air as I desperately searched for something to hold onto, only to grab and miss the rail. All the while, my eyes, wide with horror, were transfixed on the man who stood frozen on the stairs, watching me in equal surprise and horror. Then mercifully, he seemed to snap out of his shock just as I fell over, and moved quickly. He grabbed one of my flailing arms and with incredible strength, hauled me forward and I flew, with all the grace of a ragdoll to collide with his chest, the impact knocking the breath out of me.

Standing in the dressing room, my hands fidgeting, thinking on whether I should escape or not. I was about to get married to my crush that every girl dreamt of marrying but there was a huge problem. I am just a replacement for his ex-lover and I thought he loved me but nope I was wrong. I regret every second I spent with him. taking a handful of my long wedding dress, I ran towards the escape plan and setup. There was a cab waiting for me outside but a few blocks away. I ran and ran till I reached the cab, not looking back. time to change everything and make this one die.

Chapter 1 Abby walked down the long driveway slowly. The sun was warm on her back, but her mind was all over the place. A one-week trial. That was her chance. It wasn’t much, but it was something. She glanced back at the mansion. It was so big and fancy, like a dream she didn’t belong in. But now, it felt different. Now, it was her shot at a better life. For the first time in a long while, she felt a little hopeful.

"It's seems like someone is in the habit of knocking someone over." He said chuckling while I just stood there smiling sheepishly. He wasn't wrong tho, it's been two times in a row now. I'm beginning to think faith is tryna play a dirty game here cause why him of all the whole people in this university do I have to knock over. It's could literally be someone else. Maybe like another professor or even another student. But NO!!! Faith just couldn't let that opportunity slip up so he sent the one person that I've been thinking about all day. "Adrian."

I cut him off. “Do you remember what you said when you slapped me three times last night?” He stayed silent. “You said the clients recognize the company, not me, and paying me six thousand was charity. “Now, please remember what you said.” I spoke into the phone, every word clear and cold. “The company recognizes the clients, not me. “When you step on the people who create value for you, you should remember that value can move. It won’t stay tied forever to your fragile ‘platform.’

And yet, he did. I didn’t need to ask. I just walked away—slowly—making sure he was watching. Later that night, curled up in bed, my muscles aching in a strangely satisfying way, I stared at the ceiling. Everything was changing. Falling into place… or falling apart. I wasn’t sure which yet. There was a knock on my door. I sat up. “Yes?” The door creaked open, and Jillian walked in holding a small black folder. “What’s that?” I asked, patting the space beside me.

Another chance to either rise—or fall. And I had no intention of falling.