David Baldacci The Fallen Novels & Stories

There arrived at the office to see Lena staring at the ceiling as she leaned on her back on her chair, as soon as she saw Jayden and David she sat up well and stood up. “ Where did you find it?”He raised the file up to Lena. “ I found it accidentally at the restroom trash bin and quickly brought it back, I don't know how it got there.” Jayden sighed and took a seat nearby, “ I can tell it’s a set up and the Master mind is not one else but Vanessa” he adds. “ Really? How?” David asked. “ Vanessa had always ruthless right from childhood whenever she doesn't get what she wants.” “ So what can we do now?” Lena asked.

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

The post-hearing, metal-sounding, legalistic jargon that sanitized the horror, the final, dishonorable discharge that branded him for life. He had toiled years to build a new life out of the ashes of the past, a solitary life of solitude spent on the way of penance. And in an instant, in one leaked news, Marcus Vale had reduced it all to ashes. He was no longer Sabatine Stalker, PI. He was the Fallen Soldier. The Arsonist. The Billionaire's Fall Guy. He was nothing. Anton had finished his calls. The fury was still written on his face, but when he noticed Sabe on the ground, his face transformed into one of out-and-out alarms. He crossed the room in three rapid strides and knelt beside him.

Queen Marasela’s words cut through the air like a sharp blade, slicing through the fragile walls Clarissa had built around her heart. It felt as if the ground beneath her had suddenly crumbled, and she was left to fall into a chasm of confusion and disbelief. The revelation didn't just shake Clarissa’s world—it shattered everything within her. For a moment, the world seemed to stop, and the room around her blurred into a hazy fog. Her mind struggled to process the information, her thoughts swirling in chaos as the queen’s words echoed over and over in her ears. Lucas’s grandmother. The grandmother. Could it be true? Had she, the woman who had shown kindness to Clarissa before, really been th

I glanced up at him, eyes wide, heart racing, and for the first time, I saw vulnerability there—something dark and jagged beneath the calm, magnetic surface. “You’re hiding something,” I said, voice trembling. “Something I need to know. Something… dangerous.” He didn’t answer at first. He studied me, lips pressed together, jaw tight. Then finally, slow and deliberate: “Everything you’ve fallen for… everything you think you know… it’s only the beginning. The fire… the obsession… it’s not just between us. It’s bigger than you realize.” My stomach dropped. “Bigger? What… what do you mean?”

“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.”

“Nothing. And I don’t follow you. I live in the same building as you.” I rolled my eyes in response. “This is not the path to my place. Don’t tell me you also took the wrong way?” “That’s why this alley is so unfamiliar. I guess I lost my way while trying to get home.” “I know when someone is lying, Baldie. Who?” “What?” “Who asked you to be my tail?” “No one. I don’t understand what you are trying to say here.” That bald male frowned, acting with his whole facial muscle, which failed miserably. I didn’t know why Dante used immature people like this male to follow me everywhere.

I loved the thrills that these kinds of things had on me. A car engine was coming in. It was time to leave. I got in the car and ran it into a lake and made my way home laughing at the image of him being shell shocked at my vandalism. I would pay to see that. I got to the porch and hopped on my motorbike to do a quick hit on Alessandro Mikane. A clever man but has no morals in any sort. This job pays me 300k. I would be a fool not to do it. I stood at the roof of the building and pulled the trigger on the gun. I saw a body drop down and screams everywhere.

He forced himself to hold her amazing eyes, to give nothing away with his own. The truth was that The Fallen Angels were into all of the above – and a fuck-ton more. And that was just what Warren knew about. He suspected that Ace and Nails kept lots of things under wraps and just between them.