A Fall From Grace Novels & Stories

You turn, and I learned that the world comes falling down… Not a word, only hurt when my friends can't tell me now I feel loved when I see your face But all these scars, I can't replace Shook me high, hit me hard, and I don't know what you say-ay When you knock on my door And tell me you don't want to fight Oh, baby, I'm sure that I'm not gonna fall this time She parked her car and talked to the valet that probably grandma even hired at the publishing company for her. She smiled nicely at everyone and everyone would fall in love with that smile.

She was going to need it. She grabbed it and without a thoughtful or even listening mind, carelessly stepped out of the Carr almost making her fall. Dante stopped that from happening, quick, like a snap of a finger to use his body to break the fall. It was a stupid choice of saving for both of them because they both fell onto the ground. Grace's body letched and she flew. Even now that she was up, the feeling was still there. "I'm so--"

This fall from grace. From the top of New York society to a holding cell in one day. Because my son had betrayed me. Because Mabel James had refused to stay buried. Because I'd underestimated everyone. I'd thought I was untouchable. Invincible. Too powerful to fall. I'd been wrong. And now I was paying the price. Sitting in a cell. Waiting for morning. Waiting for arraignment. Waiting to see how far I'd fallen. And how much further I had yet to fall.

The woman that I met first was strong, she knew to fight for herself. The woman that I knew after marriage loved me, believed in me, cherished me, healed me. And the woman that I was looking at now, was lifeless, defeated, hurt. And I had turned her into this. I ruined her. She was perfect, it was me who was insecure, it was me who didn't trust her, I let my past rule me, and in the end I killed the woman I fell for, now in front of me was the girl who was scared, who couldn't believe anyone, who was fighting for life.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

a reporter asked. "Money," Richard said simply. "Grace's business was failing. She needed funds. She saw our family's wealth and decided to create a scandal. To manipulate public opinion. To force a massive divorce settlement." "Her business wasn't failing!" Grace shouted at the screen. "I was doing fine until Mason started stealing from me!" Catherine dabbed her eyes with a tissue. "And poor Sophia. A troubled woman with mental health issues. Grace manipulated her. Fed her delusions. Convinced her that Mason was having an affair. Pushed her until she snapped."

If he had indeed lost control of himself and kissed Archer then and there, then he would have been no different from Brutus, taking advantage of Archer while he was powerless. Archer suddenly felt another dizzy spell. He couldn't even stand on his feet anymore.

he said. “We don’t have to go through this again, Tokodi. Those people are not even my friends. Only Gracie and a few others can own that tag. Plus it doesn’t matter. You think I’m morally bankrupt and promiscuous. We did well to go our separate ways so please tell your mother that things didn’t work out,” she said.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

“Fourteen years. That earns you something. But Drew? He’s got people now. Real people. You start sniffing around, they’ll notice. And they won’t care who took the fall.” Meekey smirked. “Let ‘em notice.” “You trying to get revenge?” She shook her head. “Not revenge.” He looked at her a long moment. “Then what?” “Balance.”