Fallen Crest High Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 8 Emily Black. Grey. Black. were the shades scattered across the Crest Mansion backyard. After the downpour, the only activity the guest could engage in was to come out onto the carpeted backyard of the Crest Mansion, which stood on top of the rocky outcrop with a magnificent view of the estates below.

She could see it — the instinct to protect her, to hide whatever it was. But then his shoulders dropped slightly. Like he’d lost a fight with himself. “I received a letter,” he said at last. “A letter?” she repeated. “From who?” “…BloodFall.” Her heart skipped. “There is nothing new with that!? Or, Is Something Wrong?—” He cut in quietly. “It’s about Crestmoon.” Everything inside her went still. “…What about it?” He swallowed. She had never seen Draven hesitate before. Never. And suddenly she didn’t want him to finish that sentence.

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

My mama always told me when she was alive that life a'int roses and we gonna have to work our ass off to have a happy life, and I guess I was going to find out after being transferred all the way here from Britain "CRESTWOOD HEIGHTS ACADEMY" Being one of the top universities in the world, it obviously felt like a dream when I got a scholarship here, and in my third year...sorry let's rephrase It felt like heaven for a very light skin tone, red-haired British freak to get a scholarship at an America University that has always been on the news, so heck yeah, my feet are shaking, and I know I would obviously screw up if I don't behave myself, even though it feels so impossible to do that when m

But what if Ryan had already atesst to all of it, at this point, nothing that he says would be of much importance. The more he thought about it, the more he thought about his scholarship, the excitement his mother felt knowing that her son was finally going back to school and how she would feel if he lost everything. Even though the Air conditioner in the car was at a low temperature, Lucas was sweating profusely and each time he tried to breath, it felt like they all hanged on his chest. Once they finally arrived at the large Thompson Mansion, One of the security opened uo the door for him, but his hands was still sweaty and trembling as he forced himself out of the car.

“Some truths… some flames… are too big for one person to handle. And yet… you’re still here. Still choosing to follow.” “Yes,” I whispered, trembling, breath shallow. “I… I can’t stop. Even if it destroys me.” “Good,” he murmured. “Because some edges… some obsessions… are meant to be crossed. And once you cross them… there’s no turning back.” He moved closer, brushing his lips against mine—slow, deliberate, consuming. Every nerve ignited, every heartbeat lost to fire and obsession. My hands found his coat, holding on, trembling, surrendering completely.

Jules smiled and gestured me to go. As I walk my thoughts fly again. I also plan to visit mom in the hospital today because I’m sure her surgery is over. I quickly got to the locker room and quickly searched for my number. "2405, 2406, 2407,2408! Gotcha!" I smiled as I opened my locker but stopped suddenly when I saw an envelope in it. My hands shakingly reached for it. I open the letter wide-eyed. Good day Oxians! You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME.

Everyone wished me good luck, and soon enough, I was getting into a truck, and we were heading out. We had a quiet drive to the school which was at the heart of UPC since Philly wasn't much of a talker. Although he answered every single question I had to ask. We pulled over in front of the huge building which had CRESCENT CLAW HIGH SCHOOL boldly written. There was a symbol of a crescent-shaped moon and a wolf's claw in the centre, visualizing the name. I got off, waved Philly bye and stood staring at the entrance as he drove off. "AVENA?! OMFG IT'S YOU AVENA!!" I heard some girl shout from a distance. And soon, she ran to me, her high platforms stomping away as she ran.

He pulled off his headphones and let himself soak in everything, pink skies dotted with lazy grey clouds, buildings which had become visible in the time since Bria’s announcement and the roll of blue waves which beat steadily against themselves. Nico wondered if this was what people meant when they spoke of the sacred. It had been this way when the Count first brought him and Carlo to Capri about a year into adopting them and in that time, decades later, not much had changed in view of the feeling of humility and reverence which settled over him at every ride along the Amalfi Coast. Just as his pilot had predicted the Hotel de Visconti became visible within minutes and the Hoover EW203 made

They don't need anyone other than themselves when fighting, like- you can challenge them when they're alone and there's nothing wrong with it. However, it shouldn't be done this time around as it will be seen as a sudden attack. There's also records about how they lived before but what caught my attention is that one empire lost to Alpha Alejandro's ancestors. They fell into ruin because of betrayal… How pitiful… I continued reading the entire book and didn't notice that it's almost sunset, I wouldn't notice if only a female servant didn't knock on the door and brought my food. "Thank you…" I'm hesitant to thank her because she's one of those servants who just watched while Giselle is bullyi