Tumbling Express Novels & Stories

She lifted her head, wanting to say something, but when she saw Elara's face that was pale as a sheet, her words caught in her throat. Elara's eyelashes trembled, and only the last shred of her rationality kept her from being consumed by the excruciating pain gnawing at her. Then, there was a loud thud! Beau tumbled from his wheelchair, hitting the ground like a discarded sack.

Wylan handed Nicholas some Ice-cubes and he poured water over Carter's body. Nicholas bent down to Carter's level and he grabbed Carter's face in his hand and made him look into his eyes. "She" cry "Is" cry "Mine" cry. At this point, Carter was crying out in pain everytime Nicholas took a break from speaking and put an ice-cube on his burns. How much more cruel can he get? Ice-cube on fresh burns is a deadly combo and it makes the skin itch and burn to the extremes. Carter was crying and panting heavily at this point.

"I said, WHO FUCKING GAVE HER THE DRUGS!?" She flinches at my tone and I cuss under my breath for a second. I take a deep breath before speaking. "Look Tiffany—" "I don't know who did it. I have no idea. I promise." Her breathing has become unstable again and she's trembling at this moment. She buries her face in her palms, her loud sobs filling the room. I sigh before pulling her into a hug. "I'm so sorry, I'm really very sorry. I—I—"

She went to check, then in less than a minute Freedom was on the line. “Good morning, Terry Falconer speaking,” said Freedom. “Good morning. I have a delivery for you. This is from Wells Fargo. Can you call in thirty minutes?” “Tell me three things to confirm if you’re telling me the truth.” “. . . The Tower in London-which was formerly called NatWest, now this number.” “Second?” “Let me see. Will the name of the street where Grand Central and The Chrysler Building are situated in New York be correct?” “One more and you’re cleared.”

Sir, Ma'am, do you need anything else?" "hmmm I need.. some custard and jelly please" Camilla said. The waitress nodded, "ok I will have it delivered soon" she bowed and left. A few minutes later, the waitress came out holding a bow of custard in her right hand and a bow of jelly in her left. She started by putting the bow of jelly on the table, as she was about to put the custard, the bow mistakenly slipped off her hand and all the custard fell on Camilla's lap. "Ahhh!! what is wrong with you! are you blind? can't you see?"Camilla yelled looking at her skirt that was messed up by custard. "i-i am s-sorry M-Mam, i-i"

The bass thumped through the crowded mansion like a second heartbeat, but Elena Voss felt hers stuttering in her throat. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across designer dresses and tailored suits, while laughter sliced through the air like shards of glass. This was supposed to be a celebration. Richard Hale’s latest business triumph but for Elena, it felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of wolves.

Liam assured and hugged her. It was 6 months already, and Elena was still at the restaurant. Although Elena was tired of working there, she wanted something different and she hoped for something better. Elena was denied entrance to Harvard where she dreamt of schooling. She was a minority and needed an adult to represent her. It was pretty hard. , she had no one to turn to. she worked and saved up till she turned and tried her best to make sure she did well. Elena was at work when two pretty ladies walked in. They were both dressed in exotic and expensive trending wear. One was a white girl with black short ponytail hair, dressed up in gold pants and a strapless top with black heels, the oth

Trent stares sternly at me, his arms crossed. "You told me you are on the pill." "I am." "And what's this vomiting crap?" "What do you think it is?" "A fucking baby!" ******

"Blake! Help! Eva is trying to kill me!" With reckless abandon, Tally hurled herself down the stairs, dragging Eva along in a tumultuous descent. Despite Eva's frantic efforts to disentangle herself, Tally's relentless grasp kept her firmly tethered, their bodies tumbling uncontrollably, each step adding to the chaos of their descent. Bang! Eva's journey took a harrowing turn as she stumbled and tumbled down multiple flights of stairs, each impact against the unforgiving steps reverberating through her body. With each descent, her body absorbed the force of the falls, each collision leaving her increasingly battered and bruised.

I suddenly felt nauseas because of the elevating sensation and was about to throw up. Nathan suddenly hurried away and came back with a brown bag. “Use this.” He passed me the bag and fastened his seat belt. He began going through the album again. I saw photos of us smiling, hugging, kissing, laughing, holding mics, dressing so elegantly, and sitting at fancy tables. I looked so happy, and he looked happy too. In all the pictures, we were either grinning, laughing, or beaming at each other. In one picture we looked goofy and pulled funny faces. I realized that this was really happening. I was going back to possibly become the girl in the pictures again. I suddenly threw up into the paper bag