Christine Falls Novel Novels & Stories

My chest rose and fell too fast, every instinct screaming at me, clawing at me with one brutal truth. Something wasn’t right, something terrible had happened. Christiana was gone.

Please come to the hospital to handle his affairs. My phone hit the ground with a sharp crack. Suddenly, the world went silent. I could not take it anymore. A gush of blood spilled from my lips, and everything went black. I never noticed that the phone that had fallen to the floor suddenly flashed twice.

I have been surprised too many times today and I wouldn’t wish for that shit to happen ever again. First it was some fucker trying to hack into my company’s firewalls and now, consummation of marriage? …. I resumed walking and stopped only when I arrived at my room. A hiss tore off my lips upon seeing an entire room, different from the room I slept earlier this morning before the wedding. “You’re back,” Ava let out a small smile, pointing at the new change in my room. “What do you think?” Was she really doing this because she found the room too dark?

I didn't know when it started, but at some point, Christina had allowed Adrian to invade every corner of her life and learn everything about her. The seven years I had spent with her were nothing more than reflections in the water—mere illusions. After that, I watched as Christina and Adrian visited all the scenic spots, sampled all the delicacies, and took photos like a couple. Gradually, my heart became numb. There was barely any pollution in my hometown, and the water's surface reflected the clear blue sky. I took a photo without thinking, but I didn't open the chat window with Christina right away.

Petra Robinson. She took one last glance at the black card in her hands, to confirm she was at the right address. She was. The large number pole right in her view, said so. But as she was about to take another step further, she was shoved aside by someone, the person stumbled ahead of her and fell flat face to the floor just as she was about to push the door open. Breanna gasped and rushed to her. But it was too late. The woman's shoes in hand managed to break her fall, but her skimpy party dress had ridden up her thighs.

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

Her body was already getting tired, but she could not afford to stop running now. She kept running down the quiet street, and just when she thought of slowing down to catch her breath, she missed her steps and fell, rolling down the slope. She grunted in pain as she looked at her bruised hands and legs. Her whole body was now very dirty, and she looked like she was just fished out of the dirt. She pulled her weak body up and started raining insults on Fred for putting her in this situation for something so trivial as tears pricked down her face.

Christine exuded an aura of authority that was both compelling and intimidating, a stark contrast to the terrified child she once was. Elenora had reveled in the idea of Christine's life unraveling as a penniless single mother, believing that such hardship would surely shatter her. However, the reality that unfolded was startlingly different. Standing before her was Christine, radiant as ever, captivatingly beautiful, and displaying a tenacious resolve in her eyes. The shift was indeed unexpected and left her stepmother wondering how it all transpired.

CRACK BOOM Christine looked up at the sky. At some point during their escapades the day had gone dark. Then everything went from bone dry to soaked. This wasn't some light shower -- it was a downpour. For a moment, Christine thought that they'd all get up and sprint to a tent, but she should have known the effect of the pills by then. They weren't going anywhere. None of it mattered. Only the driving force that filled them with unending need. James kept going on Christine. Switching from her canal to her clit and back again. Water ran down her chest, over her breasts and down her legs. Her shins already buried in mud. Christine looked across her husband's torso to her daughter.

CHAPTER FORTY SIX CHRISTINES POV The next day came slowly as if the world itself were reluctant to meet her. Christine had slept poorly the kind of fractured rest that felt more like a long wait in darkness than real sleep. She’d drifted in and out of restless dreams: boardrooms where voices drowned her out, headlines with her name smeared in bold, Adrian’s eyes unreadable in the half-light. When she finally woke up, the city beyond her window was muted under the colored sky. The air felt cold enough to sharpen every sound the hum of traffic, the faint whistle of wind against glass.