Unscramble Falling Novels & Stories

Afraid someone might see me. ‎ ‎I raised my hand and tried to flag down a taxi. ‎ ‎None stopped. ‎ ‎I opened my phone and ordered an Uber. ‎ ‎Request declined. ‎ ‎I tried again. ‎ ‎Declined. ‎ ‎Again. ‎ ‎Declined. ‎ ‎The rain grew heavier. ‎ ‎Water splashed against the pavement and drifted beneath the shade, dampening my clothes little by little. ‎ ‎Still, I didn't move. ‎ ‎I just stood there.

Fear gripped us as we struggled to maintain our bearings in the black void. "We need to find a way to stop this fall!" Alex's voice echoed through the abyss, his words barely audible over the roaring wind. "I can't see anything!" Sophia's panicked voice added to the chaos. "What do we do?" My mind raced as I frantically searched for a solution. "Grab onto anything you can!" I shouted, hoping to be heard amidst the chaos. "We need to find a way to slow our descent!" In the darkness, my outstretched hand found purchase on a protruding rock, and I clung to it desperately, bracing myself for impact. With a jolt, our fall came to an abrupt halt, sending shockwaves of pain through our bodies as we

He asked, his voice deepening. “Please, don't do this” I begged quietly, my voice failing. His glare hardened. “You have 5 seconds,” he threatened. My heart was pounding as the tears threatened to spill. “5” he counted. The tears had already started falling. “4” he continued. I shakily started pulling up my shirt and tossed it onto the bed when I was done. My hands went up to cover my bra. “3” his glare remained the same. Now full-on crying, I took off my jeans and tossed them onto the bed.

Lucas moves closer to the edge of the hill, still holding her hand in his. " Are you ready?", He asks as he stares at the ground, the ground didn't look far from up but the obstacles on it is what scares Emily. " Yes", Emily swallows hard and involuntarily tightens her hold on his hand in a firm grip. With a light push, Emily yelps as she skids down the hill. She stumbles upon a rock and fall. Emily hits her stomach on a rock which shoots pain all over her body.

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

The world tilted violently as the ground gave way, and I let out a sharp, panicked scream. Rocks crumbled under me, my limbs flailing for something—anything—to hold on to. But there was nothing. Just the rush of air, the sound of stones tumbling with me, and the sickening realization that I was falling. Down, down, down. The sunlight above shrank, swallowed by the darkness of the pit. My body scraped harsh rock walls as I descended, the air whipping past me until— Thud! Pain exploded through my side as I hit a hard ledge mid-fall, knocking the breath from my lungs before I bounced off it and continued tumbling, finally landing on my back in the cold, damp earth below.

“Have a good evening.” It’s all he says before pumping his wings and then rising into the sky so that he mixes with the bats and airplanes that hover high above, and it is only when he is out of sight that I move and lean against the banister so I can stare down at the city below. “Fuck,” I growl, brushing my hand along my face while my anger continues to ebb and flow. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Ciaran?” ‘Don’t you know.’

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.

With careful precision, she shifted her body to try and bridge the gap between the bed and the wheelchair. But gravity was a cruel mistress, and her sense of balance betrayed her. Her hand slipped, and her body began to lurch. A sharp gasp slipped from her lips—a prelude to the inevitable. And then she fell. The sound of her collision with the floor—a harsh, unforgiving thud—shattered the stillness of the night.

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.