Downfall Novels & Stories

When they entered the apartment―the scene of Ken lying on the couch with his eyes covered shocked them to lengths. "Ken??" Monroe questioned nearing towards the couch with creased brows. Roy's eyes found Ken's laptop wide open with the college forum's page. Roy quickly put down the bag and took the laptop to check. And as he thought, it was the list of candidates that failed the compulsory test. Kendrick Huntington―the name was on the twenty third row. Monroe patted Ken's biceps heavily but the latter didn't budge from his position and remained dead-like. "How did you fail?" Roy asked, putting the laptop away. He tossed his newly bought suit aside and joined Monroe to coax Ken to get up from

There would be no accusation, no redemption, no one to listen if he dared to speak. He was already ruined. Fallon's shoulders sagged, pride collapsing inward like wet parchment. His gaze swept the court one last time—faces turning away, some out of pity, most out of fear. The nobles parted just enough to let him pass, silk and velvet rustling as bodies shifted aside, unwilling to brush against the contagion of failure. The sound of their whispers followed him like insects crawling through dead leaves. Each step toward the door dragged heavier than the last, his boots whispering against the marble, the sound swallowed by the murmurs that resumed behind him. The scratch of his medal against hi

The future of Noxin Technologies was painfully predictable—there was no future. With Melvin's addition to the team, our projects progressed smoothly, the game launched on time, and within three days, it topped the download charts. Less than two weeks later, Noxin declared bankruptcy. As I stood outside the building, I saw Daniel. He looked a mess—haggard, with deep shadows under his eyes, unshaven, and his shirt wrinkled beyond repair. He looked like a man completely defeated, the confident, aloof persona he'd once carried was nowhere to be found.

Alpha Nick looks over at Alpha Jax looking perplexed and trying to recall what rule 12 was. “what’s rule 12?” I look him straight in the eyes “rule 12 is you have to run 100 miles, and train with me the rest of the day, and if you can’t complete that then I can beat the shit out of you for requesting me to join you in your room.” “What if I complete it?” I start laughing and so does everyone else but him. I wipe my face from my tears and smile at him “Oh you think YOU can complete MY training?” Jax and I look at one another and I nod my head. Jax looks at Nick “I bet you, you can’t. Even I can’t and everyone here can’t. So do you want to bet?” Nick looks at me in my eyes.

“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.

he said. When the Core Collapses "Got it!" Finally, Kyle yelled. "The core is causing instability! Now go out!" The core collapsed in a bright explosion that rocked the temple to its core as we let loose all we had. "MOVE!" The room started to collapse, and Damien grabbed my arm and yelled. The Fallout The temple was vanished, buried under the cliffs in debris. "Is it over?" With a quivering voice, I asked. Saying, "The network is offline," Kyle looked at his console. "For now... it’s over."

A spark ignited within her in that fleeting moment. Harper considers her red face to be a reaction to her panic. He took out his phone, whose screen was broken to call someone. Daisy sat on the floor and dazedly looked at Harper who was ordering someone. After a few seconds, the lift started, As soon as the lift stopped at the ground floor Harper got out of the lift, he did not even spare a glance at her. Daisy also exited from the lift “Crackhead” She murmured in her mouth; she waited for his words of consolation, hoping for reassurance and comfort. His touch on her back had hinted at a caring presence, and she longed to hear his soothing words, but as soon as the lift opened, he walked out

He looked pained, like he didn’t want to hear that. “You’re not,” he said quietly. “But I am, Jillian,” I whispered. “Because I’m falling for you. And I hate it.” His breath hitched. For once, he had no words. I turned away, but he caught my wrist again—gentler this time. “I’m falling too, Christy,” he said. “That’s why this is so messed up.” I froze. “I never wanted to feel anything for you. This marriage… it was supposed to be a contract. A means to an end. But now… I can’t stop thinking about you. Even when I try. Even when Alyssa’s in front of me, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

But the First Bride simply spread her arms wide open, her gown trailing like ashes with roses that were blackened and oozing decay: “There is no escape. There is only one down. And down has no end.” The ground beneath Camela cracked and the floor split open, revealing a dark void yawning beneath her feet. Her scream broke the silence as she fell again— —into nothing.

As a child to the world, an heir to him. And now, seeing his principles crumble in a rough rollercoaster, it mocked me every fucking day. ‘I've failed.’ Every damn incident from all around me never ceased to remind me of my inevitable downfall. It would be better if I was the only one being dragged down. It would be a forever shame to the Contis. The gentle squeaking of the door snapped me to reality. I blinked back the tears clouding my vision. “Don,” Kaid's voice sounded. “Is now a good time?”