Dramatic Fall Novels & Stories

On the day Howard and his new wife held their wedding, Monica disguised herself as a server and slipped into the venue. Then, in front of everyone, she rushed to the stage and slashed at them with a knife. Howard died at the scene from massive blood loss, while his wife was gravely injured and left unconscious. Monica didn't try to run. She was arrested on the spot when the police arrived. The whole family was shaken when the news broke. Aunt Lorelei fainted on the spot and had to be rushed to the hospital. I instinctively touched the spot on my chest where I had been stabbed in my last life.

Curtis squeezed my arm tighter and pushed me into the bathroom. Laura started becoming more aware of what was happening, “Curtis stop please.” I felt like Laura knew more than me at that moment and had an idea of what Curtis was up to and I twirled to look at her. Curtis saw this and shoved me into the bathroom door frame. I felt the back of my head hit and I fell to the floor. Curtis walked over to a bag that I hadn’t seen sitting on the floor. I was barely able to move when I saw him pull out a syringe and walk toward Laura.

I immediately splashed water on my face. God, that guy is even sexier without clothes, and I only saw him shirtless; imagine what he hides underneath... Jesus! I have to stop. I splashed water on my neck, on my hands and arms. I took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway, determined to go home. When I reached the elevator, I pressed a button, the doors were closing, and then a foot stopped them. Spen again? The man looked at me for a moment, then stepped in, pressing the button for the ground floor.

" We will exchange precisely rehearsed vows of conquest over our blissfully unified business empires, rather than flamboyant vows of adoration. She couldn't hold back a snort of hesitant laughter at the absolutely ludicrous image he so richly described. It was all ludicrously overblown, as his tastes appeared to run wild. However, this entire charade was surely typical of a man like Damien Blackwood, who appeared to devour life in obscenely exaggerated doses.

“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.

' I gasp, swaying so violently I close my eyes, expecting to hit the floor, but when I open them again, I have somehow managed to manoeuvre the TV in front of the window. Crawling onto the four-poster bed, I lie on my back, staring at the canopy above my head, my breathing so laboured I know I am going to die. Then I draw back my legs and kick the TV as hard as my little remaining strength will allow. It rocks a little on its support, and I close my eyes. All that effort for nothing. The blackness is closing in so fast I am too weak to prevent it. I don't hear the massive crash as the TV falls forward with its own momentum, hitting the already shattered glass and exploding outward to fall on

It's such a shame that a guy with good looks has such a bad stomach. He grabbed my hand and I guess it was gravity because even when he felt so weak, he easily dragged me down like a rag doll and I fell on my knees beside him. I can see droplets of sweat forming on his forehead and his breath came in small raspy gasps. "Are you crazy?" he weakly muttered. "What if you we were caught for over speeding? And you don't have a license, too." So he was worrying about that, I thought. His strength of mind was commendable considering his current state. I wonder how he could think of the consequences of my actions when I could have caused him his sudden death. This guy surely is something.

The landlord said Yvette had moved out three days ago. That was when Elliot realized he had been scammed and reported it to the police. Unfortunately, Yvette had been well-prepared, and she had covered her tracks perfectly. The police launched an immediate investigation, but by then, Yvette had fled overseas. Catching her was extremely difficult. With the account frozen, Kline Creative's cash flow was cut off. Bankruptcy loomed, and Elliot faced massive personal debt. John told me that Elliot was now a wreck. The company he had once been so proud of was about to collapse, and the subordinates who used to treat him with great respect started to find new employers.

It didn't move again. It had worked, just barely. As the adrenaline slowed from Rhae's success, her body started shaking violently. What started as a tremble, turned into a shake that blurred her vision. Her ears began to ring, her mind burned and sweat poured down her body. She lost her balance and slipped off the back of the Draekon, falling towards the earth.

Dax shouted, gripping her wrist tight as both of them floated in open space, hanging above an endless abyss. The bridge was no longer a seam. It was falling apart . Massive chunks of glowing stone fell downward into endless darkness, shattering into nothing before they could even disappear from sight. Above them, the voice of the furious god echoed. “Let them fall! The bridge will seal itself!” Aria’s heart pounded violently. “No,” she gasped. “He will close it if we die.” Dax tightened his grip. “Then we climb with all we've got.” “There’s nothing to climb,” she cried.