David Baldacci The Fallen Novels & Stories

“If I try really hard I won’t. I don’t want to invade anyone’s privacy, especially the place where no one should be. Some people have sick minds and I wish like hell I didn’t have my ‘gift’ as people call it.” “What do you call it?” “A curse.” “You saved me though. Whatever you call it, you helped me. Now I want to help you.” Amelia leaned in closer to Jasmine. “Your police department wanted to know why I was kidnapped. It’s because of my dad. I think he made a deal with Chase Fallon and he didn’t pay him. I was used as collateral.” “You know Chase Fallon?” Amelia nodded. “He is working with the mob boss. Do you know him?” She shook her head. “How about the man that kidnapped you? Rolio?” Am

The boy then descended the steps carefully, feeling like Scarlet's weight counts to nothing. At the bottom of the flight (of stairs), Vantae noticed the pair of brothers exiting their room. Nathan was the first to notice them. His jaw-dropping on the floor, followed by Timothy's. Vantae couldn't guess the reason for their reaction, so he asked as he reached them, "Umm... Why are you looking at us like that?" Nathan questioned with a plain voice, "What happened?" His voice had an underlying brotherly concern. Timothy secretly tugged at his shirt as a signal that Vantae doesn't mean harm. Scarlet smiled lightly, "I slipped in the bathroom, trying to get tissues. He saved me just in time, but m

Tiny Fraction Out of two hundered houses in that area, his feet took him to that one particular door which would be the sole reason for his downfall. The downfall of his empire. ******* Vatican, Italy. Leonardo Bernardi In a luxurious pent house, a man was getting ready when the cell phone placed in the corner table chimed continuously. His veiny hand picked and checked the caller ID. Victor calling…. “Hello” The man said with his deep throaty voice while wearing his metallic cufflinks, his cellphone pressed between his shoulder and ear.

Micheal opened it. A single photograph slid into his desk. His facial expression darkened. It shows Vivian Salvatore leaving St. Mary's hospital a few minutes ago. Scrawles across the bottom in red ink were six chilling words Choose wisely. You can't save both. Michael stared at the photograph,his heartbeat quickened. For the first time,it dawned on him that Vivian Salvatore wasn't caught merely in the same mystery as Sandra's. She was the mystery's next target. Michael starred at the photograph

“What are you really after, Maximus?” “You can trust me,” I said, holding his gaze. “The Baldocchis’ are already crumbling. They’ve suffered loss after loss. I’m doing exactly what needs to be done to end them. Gianna… she’s just another layer of destruction—one that cuts deeper. One that breaks Nicholas Baldocchi from the inside out.” He tilted his head, studying me with those cold eyes of his. The silence stretched between us and I knew he was trying to peer into my fucking soul and sniff out any signs of weakness or…betrayal.

Caleb worked under me and I had given him the task to watch on Jenny Alfred and relay anything strange to me. "Keep in touch!" I said when I turned to see him still watching. Then he bowed and left. ********************************************* Lucifer's POV I had just alighted at my home after some melodies. Alazarah never listened to my call each time I tried to make things right between us. The most disgusting of all was that I never thought she would remember anything between us. "What else would anyone remember if she had forgotten her name" I mulled over a sigh as I fell on my sofa.

And in the glow of the chandeliers, for one suspended heartbeat, Elara felt the shift. Lucian was no longer just her protector. He was becoming something else Something she shouldn’t crave, Something she shouldn’t trust, Something she couldn’t stop falling toward. And Damien… Damien saw it. The obsession sparked like gasoline behind his eyes. And the war for Elara had just begun. The air inside the ballroom felt too thick, too bright, too watched. Elara needed to breathe. Lucian saw the panic before she could hide it. He didn’t ask. Didn’t hesitate.

I denied it firmly, but Ajal just laughed out loud—a rich, knowing sound that echoed softly in the quiet air between the clouds. "That thing you call impossible is not as vague or rare as you think, Eros," he said gently, looking at me with eyes that had seen centuries pass by. "I have known an angel before… a very powerful and high-ranking angel… who fell deeply, hopelessly in love with a mortal woman, just like you are doing now." I looked at him, and suddenly, I felt a sharp sense of anxiety and curiosity rising within me. I wanted to know everything. Who was he? How did he survive Father’s trial and punishment? What became of their forbidden love? And what happened to him in the end?

He was born a Beta, and was happy to stay a Beta. “It’s not your fault,” he said, shaking his head. “I guess I haven’t really come to terms with how it all happened in my mind just yet.” “It’s ok, babe,” she replied, straddling him once again and kissing his neck. “We can try again.” Just then his phone started buzzing on the bedside table. He looked at the screen and saw Lucas’ name. With a little trepidation, he answered the call. “It’s done, Dane. Alpha Marcus is dead.”

I glanced back at the book. Maximus the Fallen.