David Baldacci The Fallen Novels & Stories

“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.

A useful messenger indeed. Now alone under the wan lights, I finally exhaled unsteadily. So much lay fractured at my feet, but clarity was coming. Tyler's betrayal cut deepest, but the snake's venom had spread wider than I guessed. Now that Richard unwittingly shed light on the rot, I could excise it wholly.

There were many tall buildings there; houses and shops seemed to be clustered together, but there was no one there when she arrived. [I've arrived; where are you?] Caroline sent a message to the man who had contacted her earlier. [You keep going to the right. There is an abandoned building after the gas station; you go inside and will find Aalya tied to a chair.] Caroline read the message, then obeyed the orders she got. She walked down the street that was empty of vehicles. Sure enough, there she found an abandoned building. Caroline simply entered without suspicion. However, no matter how far she entered the building, there was no one there.

Third Person POV She smirked to herself, unable to hide the satisfaction on her face. It had been too easy, framing that fucking slut and making her regret ever trying to cross her. Now Marissa was in the dungeon, facing the consequences of what Alice had forced her to do, and Alice was now on top, just like she had always been. She'd personally eliminated the threat to her, and nothing had made her happier. She straightened up as she heard the sound of footsteps approaching her, already smelling his distinct scent wafting down the hallway.

When I wake up the following day, the bed feels empty, and Roman's scent is faint. I groggily open my eyes and confirm he is indeed not in bed with me. I'm momentarily confused before the smell of bacon reaches my nostrils. I sit up in disbelief; there is no way the big bad Alpha is cooking me breakfast. I throw one of his shirts on and walk downstairs.

Whitney was stunned momentarily. She then picked up the file. As she went through it, the scowl on her face only deepened. Maxwell dropped to his knees with a loud thud and hugged her legs. "Whit, it's not what it seems! That was all in the past… I only started gambling because someone lured me into it. I've stopped gambling now! Harv is falsely accusing me. Everything in that document is fake! Some of them are even from way back in the day!"

Camillia and Marco ended up dying in an accident. It was suspected to be a revenge killing. When the news popped up on my screen, I was rushing to complete my thesis in the library. The comment section went into a frenzy. [An accident? Please. Camillia is the Colene family’s spy! That child is Marco’s! The Don despises traitors, so he took them both out himself!] I stared at the screen, and my fingers trembled. This was not how it happened in my memory.

There definitely was a good reason why he had summoned me. I shook my head, though unsure. I felt like he could see through my lie, but I uttered it anyway. “No.” “According to Dr. Aldrich.” He paused, and my stomach churned at the mention of his name. But I didn’t do anything to give myself away. “This,” he pointed at my broken hand. “Was not an accident. His son and Marylyn trapped you into falling. Is it true?” I was stunned. He reported his son. He told the truth against his son, knowing how serious a punishment that would cause him.

They don't need anyone other than themselves when fighting, like- you can challenge them when they're alone and there's nothing wrong with it. However, it shouldn't be done this time around as it will be seen as a sudden attack. There's also records about how they lived before but what caught my attention is that one empire lost to Alpha Alejandro's ancestors. They fell into ruin because of betrayal… How pitiful… I continued reading the entire book and didn't notice that it's almost sunset, I wouldn't notice if only a female servant didn't knock on the door and brought my food. "Thank you…" I'm hesitant to thank her because she's one of those servants who just watched while Giselle is bullyi

Asher POV ​My name is Asher Steele. I am 29 years old; I am the Alpha of Crimson Blood Pack. I have the largest pack in the country. I don’t tolerate mistakes or half-ass shit. I run a tight ship and everyone in this pack knows it. ​“Alpha?” My Bata and best friend say as he knocks and pocks his head in with a scared look on his face. “Yes?” I say while looking up at him. “You know that mission you posted 4 days ago? Well let me say that whoever did it completed it and is already home and here’s your report and the victims are back and said that the girl was a badass and something along the lines of wanting you to go to her pack and thank her for saving them..” he says while trying to hide h