Fallen Book Movie Novels & Stories

“You left this behind.” “How? What?” Amilia stammered. “You were busy with other things so I figured that I’ll just pick this up for you,” the Fallen shamelessly said. “I mean, you were supposed to be somewhere, right? What are you doing here?” Amilia looked around her but there was no other being in sight aside from the both of them. She looked at the Fallen again and to the grimoire in his hands. She walked up to him and tried to get the book but the Fallen was quick to dodge her hand and raised the book. Because he was taller than her, reaching it would be a problem.

It lands with a dull thud and kicks up a puff of dust. My heart stutters. A flicker of movement catches my eye—and for a split second, a translucent figure flickers out of the air like static on a broken screen. Sally. “Sally?” I whisper. “Did you guys see that?” Celeste points at the fallen book. “if you mean the book falling spontaneously from the shelf—then yeah. Yeah, we did.” “It was her,” I say, already moving toward the shelf the book fell from. “She showed me where.”

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

Sasha says. Everyone in the room grew quiet. I hear a couple of choked sobs and I had a feeling that the two pregnant ones were going to start crying. I was right both Aliya and Tallyn had tears running down their faces. I had a feeling that it was more due to hormones but it was sad to know that one of the girls had died. Chester was still rummaging through more footage when I hear him let out a growl. He pulled up the footage of the girl we thought was dead but it looked as if someone was helping her escape. He was also able to hack into the sound. “Well at least we know she is alive.” Lailani says.

It fell open, revealing its contents to me. It was the paper on which I'd written my last words. Marcus had written his version on the back of it. "Most of my life has to do with Renee Granger. I was so used to having her around that my first reaction was disbelief when she thoroughly uprooted herself and left me. Perhaps it's not that I don't believe it—it's more like I don't have the courage to believe it.

walking beside the tall old wooden racks with a board that spelt ‘English Fiction’ looking for a book made me freeze in front of one of my favourite books. Me Before You by JoJo Moyes. I still remember bringing my laptop inside the school premises, which is prohibited without prior permission. Only to watch the movie, based on this book, which was recently released because I simply couldn’t contain my composure. Though I almost got caught, I fell in love with Sam Claflin. Oh, he has the most charming smile.

“By the time you hear this, she’ll be crying your name. And Marek will be bleeding on the floor. You should’ve kept closer watch.” Lucian’s knuckles blanched on the wheel. “No,” he whispered. “Please hold on. I’m coming, Elara.” Back in the penthouse chaos breaking loose Damien raised a hand. “Take her.” Elara stumbled back. “No, please—don’t—” One of Damien’s men lunged. Marek stepped between them. “Touch her and…” A loud impact. Not described. But Marek fell to one knee. Elara screamed, “Marek!”

The city was burning. I could see the distant glow of flames from Antonio’s balcony, the smoke curling into the night sky like the ghosts of the fallen. And there were so many fallen. Luca stood beside me, unmoving, his face carved from stone. I had never seen him like this before. Not even when I had broken his trust. Not even when everything between us had come crumbling down. This was different. This was war. Cassie sat on the couch behind us, her leg bouncing anxiously. Ethan was on the phone, barking orders at someone, his usual sharp demeanor stretched thin.

~.NOVA.~ Under the moon's watchful gaze, we had on the grass hidden from the tributes we saw earlier. Suddenly, a distant sound reached our ears—a haunting melody that echoed through the night. We exchanged wary glances, recognizing the tune as a signature of the Hunger Games organizers. "It's the anthem," Horia whispered, her voice tinged with dread. "They're showing the fallen tributes." We looked up at the sky. There, illuminated by the moonlight, were the faces of the fallen tributes, their images projected like ghostly apparitions.

She really should have gone to an acting school instead of coming here. "Grumps, you okay?" I asked as I watched her. She stood up and dusted her knees with a wide grin on her face. "Yeah, I'm good. What movie was that from?" She asked me, while I just stared at her blankly. I'm sure a lot of movies had that line in them, so how was I supposed to know the specific one she was talking about? "Umm, I don't know where that said that." "It's The lion king, you moron. When Mufasa died and Simba found his dead body." She said with a laugh.