Fall Of Cadia Novel の小説・ストーリー

I took a taxi to the house I used to call home, though it never really felt like one—not with Dahlia’s perfume clinging to the curtains and my stepmother’s voice echoing off the walls like an old curse. I walked up the steps without looking back. Inside, I moved quickly, pulling clothes from drawers and stuffing them into a suitcase. I didn’t want to linger—desperate to vanish before the memory of what it felt like to die, could grab me again. But fate wasn’t finished with me yet. I zipped the case shut just as the front door opened. Caden. He stepped inside like he owned the world, like the hallway still bowed to his shoes. Dahlia slinked in behind him, her lips painted a cheap red, her eye

The mattress strained under the pressure. It wasn’t love—it was possession, a primal hunger. Even demons would pale in comparison. Near midnight. After what felt like the end of the world, they finally collapsed. It was amazing. Too amazing. Candice couldn’t even move her waist. Sore. Burning pain. Her head buzzed, ears ringing—had too much dopamine been released? Was this the price of falling for a beautiful man? She now seriously suspected that the aphrodisiac from the castle hadn’t worn off.

I never imagined the devious plot behind all of this. [Oh my God, these two deserve to rot in hell. A father was manipulated by his mistress and killed his own daughter!] I watched them closely when they realized the plot had been exposed—their faces turned as white as a sheet. Cody's legs gave out, and he collapsed in a heap. They had been desperately crying on the stream, accusing me of killing my daughter and painting me as cruel and heartless. It drew in countless viewers, and media outlets crowded around to cover the scene.

“Have your nap. I’ll write up my article. I’ll be able to help you in time if anything does happen!” “Okay.” Xyla smiled kindly and patted Cordelia’s head lovingly. She was lucky she had her daughter all these years. She was the one who had been holding up this fragile family. Xyla closed her eyes, but it was not a sound sleep. Ricos Bridge, the snow-capped mountains in Sweltzar, the fireflies in Southeast Aciatic… These scenes flashed before her eyes, and she soon saw a young Janine. They were still in school uniforms as they cheered at the bottom of the Elps, motivated each other in the national library, and shone in various academic competitions…

Caden's Point of View "Cade, I'm not okay. Xavier, he left, he just disappeared, he vanished without a word, just a stupid letter. I thought we meant something, I knew I shouldn't get attached to people, what's the point when they'll later leave, but he convinced me he wouldn't, he said he'll stay, he promised me forever, Always and Forever he said, but he lied. I can't talk, I should talk to the girls but I can't, I don't know why."

They broke into a run as they rushed the Nephilim. “Quick Cain!” Cassie yelled. Cain wasted no time in grabbing the makeshift sled and tearing off as fast as his broken body would let him toward safety. What he didn’t know was that I was already gone, my eyes closed. My heart already shattered to pieces from the world that fell apart. Verity’s smiling face danced before my eyes, and it was almost as if she was with me; her arms around me. I could feel her warmth. The endless darkness is hovering my love.

They remembered the bread, the passwords, the burned marks, the broken cups, and the girl who called herself Fia when darkness became too heavy. Daciana stood before me with Rudina’s crown on her head, looking not victorious, not accusing, but sorrowful in a way I despised. “You do not get to make this noble,” I said, though my voice shook beneath too many eyes. Daciana did not step closer, and that refusal to crowd me made my anger lose one more place to stand. “I am not making it noble,” she answered. “I am saying you were fighting Adolphus before you had the words to call it rebellion.”

ISLA’S POV The silence in the library felt loud after Lucan left, It was so different now. The stacks of boxes weren't just history; they felt like graves, and Cade’s signature on that letter was a whole lot for me to take. I couldn't breathe in here; I needed air. I needed to escape from this room full of lies and secrets. I was staring at a row of books, when the door opened. It was Cade, standing there in all his glory. My nose was suddenly attacked by his cologne and for some reason, I couldn't look away.

Such an ironic yet fitting end for her heinous sins. Lyda made a series of sickening sounds, spitting blood up all over her face as Adea thought she was trying to say something to her, but no words were able to come out. Lyda struggled to raise an arm toward Adea, but whatever strength she had left was fading away. Her arm collapsed, and just then, Adea heard the sound of rocks cracking as the elongated protrusion that pierced her sister’s heart broke away. There were no screams, just the disturbing sounds of rock and bone colliding against the chasm as Lyda plummeted to the bottom of the abyss.

Claudia said I wiped the tears from my eyes "what decision do you mean?" I asked. Claudia looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, we've decided not to continue writing your novel. This is better. When I saw you happy, your illness was cured and you made a proud look for Delon. I'm already happy. I really feel very comfortable, grisella" Claudia smiled at me.