Deadfall Book Novels & Stories

I grabbed some sweats from the closet then headed to the bathroom to take a shower and remove all the makeup. When I got out of the bathroom, Nick was sat at the desk with Fallen in his hands. "This is a good book," he said as he looked up from the page. "It is. You should definitely watch the movie too, they really did the book justice," I answered with a smile. He beamed and gave me a boyish grin. "For you, I'll watch anything." I rolled my eyes with a small smile. "Are you coming downstairs with me?" I asked instead

I got up again and tried walking, but as soon as I got to my feet, a piercing pain made me groan in agony. “Need any help?” Leo smirked. I shook my head and leaned to the wall for support, standing on my toes, intending to stop them from being inflicted with further damage. I was so emotional earlier that I did not care about the consequences of my actions. I mean, what if it was Dylan that walked into that room? My tactic was working, but my toes ached. As soon as I reached the bottom of the staircase, I collapsed again. I let out a string of curse words, but stopped when I heard Leo chuckle.

By sunset, the entire Stone Mice tribe had surrendered, and the elders were all in a tent made on the remnants of Black Stone City negotiating terms with Verra. Xasha was extremely tired and was sleeping in the makeshift camp set up by the army. Krisan and the other shadow users were out scouting, and the dead were being prepared for burial. The end of the battle was not worth celebrating, as nearly 100 members of the Falling Stardust had died. Xasha vowed not to let any more recruits join battles without completing their training. While practical experience was important, life was even more important as only the living could use practical experience. The army, while tired and trying to get

Melissa Falling is a lot like drowning. The world doesn't rush past you—it closes in around you. Air is ripped from your lungs, pressure crushes the ribs from your chest, and your head reaches out for something solid, something that will never come. That's what it felt like when the ground vanished beneath us, the manor collapsing into a sinkhole of flames and smoke. One minute I was clinging to Jamal, my cheek pressed against the heat of his chest, the next I was airborne, the earth gone, plummeting into a black abyss with only terror keeping me whole.

But I felt anger, deep and unfiltered anger against God and the heavens, because this was wrong. This was not how my story was meant to end. Evil wasn't supposed to win. Goodness wasn't supposed to be crushed like this. This was a dirty, cruel fate!!! END OF BOOK 1 PROBABILITY OF BOOK TWO!

With a final defiant flourish, the pages slipped free, descending towards the ground like confetti at a forgotten celebration. Heart pounding, I bent down to retrieve the fallen book, my mind still reeling from the profound revelations I had just absorbed. Yet, as I reached out, ready to reclaim the weighty tome, my eyes widened in astonishment. Standing before me was a figure, a silhouette cast in the flickering shadows of the library's dimly lit corners.

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

The ground rushed up to meet her, unforgiving. Her head struck hard. Darkness poured in like ink. Somewhere far away, a car screeched to a halt. A door slammed. Footsteps. Voices panicked, unfamiliar. “Oh my God, call 911!” “She’s not moving!” “Don’t touch her, don't touch her!” Nora didn’t hear them. Didn’t feel the rain that had started to fall lightly, speckling the pavement with cold dots. Didn’t know blood was pooling beneath her, dark against the road.

--- Controlled— --- But breaking at the edges. --- “You don’t get to choose that.” --- The response came softer now. --- Not mechanical. --- Not distant. --- “…It’s already chosen.” --- And that— --- Was the problem. --- Because the choice— --- Wasn’t about saving everything. --- It was about defining something. --- And everything else— --- Was falling away. --- The ground beneath Adrian gave out suddenly. --- A sharp crack— --- A collapse— --- And he dropped. --- “Adrian!” ---

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe