Fallen Crest High Novels & Stories

They moved their cameras closer and kept probing for more information. Reuben's eyes reddened as he looked at them, and he tightened his fists. He looked strong on the outside, but there was no missing the tremor in his voice when he spoke. "My sister, Renee Granger, heiress of Granger Corporation, passed on yesterday due to an illness. She is no longer capable of getting married or participating in business activities."

They love but I crossed my boundaries and maybe this wasn’t the right moment to seek answers for what happened. Our car entered a small town with a sign ‘Dusk and Dawn’ on its entrance. Citizens of the town glanced at our car, knowing that we were newcomers. My brother drove, not having a doubt on where to turn and break his way. It seemed that he got here before and I don’t have any clue about that. My two brothers were already working. Felix works in a small business enterprise, near our previous home. While Jay works whenever there's an opportunity for him to work. He graduated with a degree in English, but the competition in the community college was high. He did not qualify.

He sneered before slamming the love letters down. The letters scattered everywhere. Every page was filled with his name and my burning but humble love for him. I froze as he reached out and roughly messed up my hair. “I know you’ve had a crush on me for a long time! Everyone else knows. But who would fall for their stepsister? Your love is worthless and suffocating. It disgusts me! “The smartest thing you ever did was not throw yourself at me to get rid of that poison from me. I can’t imagine having to marry you! Thank God, you weren’t that stupid!

We kept in loose contact for a year or two and then life went sideways in various directions and we fell out of touch. But Elan knew things. He had his father's ear, or he did six years ago. If he's still in Crestfall, if the channel is still warm enough, he might be worth a conversation. Might be. I haven't decided yet. We pull into Crestfall at dusk, the town lights up late in the afternoon, and I study it through the windshield as Maddox navigates toward the hotel. It's quieter than I expected. Not tense exactly, but something not quite relaxed. People moving with a slight purposefulness that you only notice if you know what you're looking for.

They didn’t even raise questions. Our country, Crest country was a diplomatic one ruled by the government under one president. We lived in the state’s capital, in the richest estate in the city. I studied in Van private academy , the most expensive private academy in the city and I was currently on my tenth grade. Due to our high status, there was absolutely no way I would simply miss the blood test. This was just jumping into a crocodile’s mouth and testing if it would bite you

Morning light slashed across the Crest Tower skyline, slicing through the penthouse windows like golden blades. I stood at the edge of the glass, clutching a mug of coffee I couldn’t bring myself to drink. My fingers trembled; not from caffeine, but from the icy dread that had been crawling under my skin since dawn. On my tablet, the headline glared like a slap to the face: “Montrose Heiress Implicated in Corporate Sabotage: Crest-Montrose Alliance on Verge of Collapse”,

Ash drifted across the dawn sky like scattered embers from a dying fire. Serenya Vale stood atop the ruined balcony of Crestfall Keep, the stronghold that once gleamed with banners of gold and crimson. Now, its towers were fractured, its gates charred, and its halls haunted by the echoes of betrayal.

Now My brother and I sat in the back of our step-brothers people ford fiesta, silently, we both had one headphone in our ears as our step-brother, Connor drove us to our new home. Krystal our step-sister sat in the front passenger seat next to him. A warm tear dripped down my cheek, it had been a year since our father had passed away, my mother had just sold his house and we were moving away from the safety of the place that we used to call our home. My dog, Rolo laid across us both with his head in my lap, he was a fairly big three-year-old German Shephard. My step-father was driving our mothers car with my mother next to him, we were starting from scratch, they had bought a four bedroom ho

Uncle Stan’s voice grew softer as he continued. Even they, the Millers, dared not offend the Crestfalls from the capital. “The Crestfalls came to Sumeria a while ago, seeking revenge as well, but they were sent back empty-handed. Even Idris Crestfall’s grandson, Cain, is still hospitalized. The Crestfalls of Sumeria have some strong support.” As the butler of the family, Uncle Stan was much more experienced than the brothers and managed to get quite the information on the Crestfalls within the shortest time. He sounded serious as well.

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.