Fallen Crest High Novels & Stories

The sight of her, lost in ecstasy, was enough to push him over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, Nestor felt himself shatter, his release crashing over him like a tidal wave. Carmela cried out, her own climax following closely behind, her body trembling with the force of it. They clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure together. As the storm outside began to wane, so did the tempest within the small hut. They were left breathless. Their bodies spent, but their connection stronger than ever.

However, walking away from Nolan was not an option, not with my dad still depending on the Winston family's medical hookups. I was stuck. Half an hour later, I showed up at Skycrest Estate, right on schedule. Dragging my bruised self through the grand entrance, I felt like a total mess in my baggy hospital scrubs, standing out like a sore thumb in the glittering hall. Nolan's crew was lounging around a long table, throwing me looks that mixed pity with scorn.

Joel’s POV Small Crest Foundation. A large white building that had wild ivy spread across the brick, paint peeling on the front door and gargoyle statues which set the tone for the orphanage. The four of us went inside to see if we could find information on Rose. Upon entering I spotted a woman dressed in nun garb. “Excuse me sister, who can we speak with about a previous adoption?” I asked. She simply looked me up and down and crooked a finger to follow. We trailed her until we reached a large red door with an old style knocker on front.

The rain is starting to fall. I look up at the sky. I am free. But as I stand there, I feel a sharp, sudden pain. A cramping in my stomach. I look down. My hand is stained with red. Not my blood this time. "No," I whisper. "No, no, no." I fall to my knees. The rain mixes with the red on my coat. A car pulls up. The door opens. It’s my brother. The double. He steps out. He looks at me.

Sabrina exclaimed but to be honest, there was nothing she could do , the only person brave enough to stop this was Sebastian . "How dare you go against me, get yourself ready because very soon, you will move to the Red Moon mansion" . " But fa… " before she could finish her words, Sir Gabriel left the lady who was drenched in tears, she was just twenty years old just like me. ' What will people in college say, they will probably laugh at me that I was sold off to an alpha because of an alliance ' this was what had been ringing in her head, she was only worried because of her social status and the high possibility that she might drop out from school if such happened.

He takes my hand and everyone watches as he is forced to get down on one knee and kiss the hand of the woman he failed to kill. He mumbles my name, Dawn, and I will be the one to rule this court, not him. How could he rule a court if he cannot kill one woman? I have won, and tomorrow will be the promising ceremony, the first step to claiming my land that he stands upon and it will be the land he dies upon.

He shook his head. "Daniel Grigori..." He trailed on. I remained confused. He sighed and stood up straight. "I'm a fallen." "Fallen? You're an angel?" I backed away and dissolved into a puddle of laughter. My stomach was shaking now. "Oh-oh my God." I continued laughing and turned to look at my unconscious mother. "He's an angel." I told her, laughing even harder. The 'fallen' looked at me weirdly. "I have met a lot of weird and psychotic human beings but you, Dawn Turner, are by far the worst." I stopped laughing and glared at him.

"It is upstairs, runway number two. You surprised me, Crys. Aiden is struggling here, and yet you are running away. Xavier was right, you seem to doubt Aiden so much that—" Crystal hung up the call, feeling reluctant to hear the man's trash talk. She only needed to find the location of the Quinn Helicopter, she could handle other things such as how to enter, breaking into any complicated helicopter security system. She was Crystal Princessa Leonidas, she could do anything—except break into Xavier's security system which was guarded like hell.

I watched him leave as I doused the cigarette. My foolish little brother could have Whitney. What I truly wanted was to see both of them fall from grace.

Pine trees crowded the road on both sides, big and dark and smelling of something clean, something that had nothing to do with Chicago or Garrett Hale or the particular kind of fear that had lived in her chest for the past eleven days. She breathed it in through the cracked window. Then she got out of the truck, looked at the engine like she knew what she was looking at, closed the hood, and picked up her bag. The town was about a quarter mile down the road. She had seen the sign: Crestone Falls, Population 3,847. A gas station. A church. What looked like a diner with the lights still on. And at the far end of the main strip, a bar with a neon sign in the window that said IRONSIDE in blue an