Fallen Crest High Novels & Stories

Even from a distance, Edward could see the two distinct parts of La Cresta. The Upper Crest Haven, a haven for people like him, the upper class, was private and expensive, inaccessible to ordinary folks. It boasted a casino, large malls and parks, five-star hotels, and other attractions designed to entertain the elite. The dominant color was minimalist, formal, and peaceful, a perfect fit for Edward's taste.

Rage was an understatement to what Principal Francis felt, his indignation burned fiercely within him, George Francis was truly unique. They had the guts to come in to threaten him Just who did they think he was to take him on. He looked menacingly from one sibling to the other, The Richwoods were really an ache in his teeth, the eldest had been the first to scatter his nest of well-organized plans, he was going to make Nicole get close enough to Cyrus so he could be recognized in the community social circle as more than a principal. Cyrus’s Father had a range of well-known friends whose mere recommendation will make Bells High be a Nation famous secondary school. But Marie Richwood had come

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