Deku Falling Novels & Stories

Bella obediently covered her mouth with her hand, looking at Phoebe with fear. Her small body trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. Phoebe did not approach to comfort her, but instead commanded, "Turn around!" Bella obediently turned around and stood facing away from Phoebe. Phoebe pushed her on the back, and Bella fell to the ground with a thud due to inertia. Her hands instinctively reached out to cushion the fall, and she let out a restrained cry of pain.

⸻ That Night In bed, wrapped in soft sheets and half-asleep limbs, Elena whispered into the dark: “I submitted a new series to the gallery.” Adrian’s voice was low. “Yeah?” “They want to feature it. In a permanent collection.” He smiled in the dark. “Proud of you.” “There’s more.” She hesitated. Then: “I named the series Falling Between Us.” Adrian turned toward her, fully awake now. “And why that?” “Because everything we thought was a fall…” she whispered, “turned out to be a way forward.” He kissed her forehead.

“I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late watching trash TV, alright?” “No promises.” Crystal responds, shooing me away. “You know that’s my favorite type since you’re so boring.” Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother responding before I head to my room and collapse on my bed so that I can finally let the weight of reality slam into me. “Shit,” I hiss, realizing what I was running headfirst into. “There really are monsters living amongst us and pretending to be humans.”

"Or do your clients just not have wives and kids to go home to this late at night?" A soft, breathy moan slipped through the speaker. For a second, there was silence. Then, maybe out of guilt, his clumsy and unconvincing words tumbled out. "Darling, I think I had too much to drink. Let's talk when I sober up tomorrow." With that, Zachary hung up, leaving nothing but a deadline. Drunk? Please. I had just interrupted him having the time of his life. The takeout sitting outside had long gone cold. I tossed it into a plate and stuck it in the microwave, watching the numbers count down.

The world blurred into a dizzying whirl of colors as they fell, the wind howling in their ears. Just before impact, Mordecai released his grip, flinging Caden forward with a tremendous force. Caden crashed into the earth, the ground buckling under the weight of his fall, sending a shockwave of debris and dust into the air. Mordecai landed with a ground-shaking thud a short distance away, his gaze fixed on Caden with an insatiable hunger for blood.

Many of them had transitioned into renowned life coaches and had ventured into various business enterprises, particularly my foremost adversary, Kalixo Montenegro III. A lump formed in my throat. "I've long held suspicions about Kalixo's father. When someone approached me for a deal, I deduced it was his father. It instigated a perilous game, further complicating our predicament. This contest became a race to apprehend me, with the victor promised a reward. However, it was all a facade. Deokwa's mental faculties have deteriorated; he attempted self-administration of the new formula. His cognitive faculties are now profoundly distorted."

were able? The fallen alpha’s chest seemed to weigh down at the thought of seeing everything crumble again and that made him acted before thinking. With an impulse he grabbed her and with that minuscule and fragile body in his arms, he ran. He ran with his feet in the dark earth, with his hair in the wind in a humanoid form that had never been allowed to use. Kalias ran while hoping to get to that place in time, to the lake that was able to help her improve.

“You will have your time of mourning and then you will see that life begins to fall back into place again. You will never forget him, but you will get back a part of you that feels lost right now.” “All that I am now is a training Omega…nothing more…nothing less.”

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.