A Fall From Grace Novels & Stories

He lunged forward, his staff striking the base of the balcony, causing the entire structure to groan and tilt. Grace stepped toward Alistair Vane. The billionaires in the golden masks scrambled for the exits, their treaties forgotten. The "Grand Harvest" was turning into a Liquidation. "You want to buy me?" Grace asked, her voice echoing through the atrium. "You want to own the silence?" She reached out and touched the crystal shards on the floor. The glass didn't move; it shattered into dust. "My Mama says love is messy," Grace said, looking at Panni. "And I think... I want to be messy too."

“How could you? After everything we taught you? The entire church has seen this… this filth!” Grace tried to explain, sobbing, but her father wouldn’t listen. “You are no longer welcome in this house until you repent! The congregation is calling you a whore, a fallen woman. You have shamed this family and this church!” The yelling continued for what felt like hours. Her mother cried. Her father quoted scripture and threatened to send her away. Grace couldn’t breathe. The shame was suffocating. That night, while her parents slept, Grace packed a small bag with some clothes and what little money she had saved from helping at the church. She climbed out her window one last time and ran.

She asked him. "Omar." He said. "Omar?" "Yes, Omar.." he said smiling. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you join as a waitress at the bar? I mean you can apply for more jobs based on your qualification." Grace let out a deep sigh, "I couldn't complete my graduation because of my financial issues. And I have to take care of my dad. So I have to work there to provide medicines for my dad and also for our daily expenses. I thought I could save some money and can complete my graduation when I lost the scholarship in my final year. But I guess fate doesn't want me to be happy." She said the last part in a low voice like mumbling to herself but Omar heard everything.

He smiled. After meeting her, he started to smile more. Then his mind replayed something and his face lost the smile. His Nano was so wrong. How can a fragile, something so sacred be the reason of his downfall? He can't let his grandfather's words take over his head. She is worth every price, every risk. ******

But then I always remembered, his panic-stricken face after and the fact that he hated me, just like they all did. “I’m sorry” I said as I detangled myself from him and stood straighter, adjusting my tie in the process. He said nothing. He didn’t even acknowledge the fall or the awkward moment his arms had been wrapped around me. Maybe he did this often, letting his male personal assistants fall into his arms. It hit me then! A scandal, Don involved with his male assistant, a gay relationship. It would ruin a respectable family like his. The doors dinged when we got to the ground floor. I walked after him making sure to put a decent space between us. I’ll rather fall on my butt than into his

Sinking to her knees, Sonia unleashed her anguish, her cries echoing in the desolate surroundings. Tears streamed down her face like a rain downpour, each droplet carrying the disappointment and heartbreak of an unrequited love. She allowed herself to revisit the vivid images she had woven in her mind, the life she had imagined sharing with Jayden. The laughter, the love, the moments that would never come to pass.

she sobbed. "It's right for you to hate me. Someone like me might as well be dead." Her entire body trembled and began to fall toward us as she continued crying, but both Ethan and I instinctively stepped aside, letting Grace fall awkwardly to the ground. Grace was the cherished darling of the Lane family. When she fell and scraped herself slightly, it was as if their hearts were broken. Jake, being the most impulsive, rushed up to me and raised his hand to slap me.

The first plane crash had opened Grace's eyes to the truth about Benjamin and their marriage. As a result, she had become disillusioned that giving more would get her a response. But during this second time, she had no one beside her. Melancholically, Grace stared at her shattered phone screen, and tears welled up in her eyes. Outside, a fierce wind raged, and a helicopter slowly landed. From it emerged a tall man in a suit, exuding an air of sophistication.

With each word, the cracks in their once-solid relationship widened, leaving Jada questioning everything she thought she knew. The documents trembled in her shaky hands as if mirroring her inner turmoil. She had never felt such a deep sense of disappointment in her entire life. Her trust shattered like fragile glass. The person she believed in, the one she had shared her deepest secrets with, had turned out to be nothing more than a phony.

*loading* "Ella your highness. no I am sorry I did not mean you are a royalty but maybe oh shut up Ella. For fudge sake!" Confirmed my brain is getting haywire and overloaded.. For the 3rd time I hear someone gasp. "For fudge sake!" I look at the men and staff behind him "Are you having an asthma or panic attack or something? Because there is a clinic on the 5th floor you can have a check up or nebulize or something" I saw the side of the eyes of the Fallen angel crinkled in amusement I hope. He is so close. I might hyperventilate in this close proximity. Just one more step our noses might touch.