Fallen From Grace Book Novels & Stories

He treated it like currency, like a weapon. And she had given him everything. Until the night she learned the truth. Elara closed her eyes, the memory crashing into her mind with brutal force. Her father… Her gentle, loyal, devoted father had not died of “unexpected cardiac failure” as Damien once claimed. He had been ruined. Financially, Publicly and Systematically. Destroyed by the very man she married. Damien Hale. The man she once loved so quietly, so fiercely, that it hollowed her from the inside.

Because I won't forgive and forget, not until his blood is spilled. --Malachi POV-- It's over. I put everything on the line, gave everything I had, and went as far as to ignore my own conscience, but it was all for naught. I've lost everything, and she made it look so easy. How did she do it? So easily, she managed to take everything from me. It's truly all over now.

The choices ahead of them were impossible, and no matter how much they fought, no matter how much they wanted to hold on to what they once had, she feared that it might not be enough. The weight of the decision pressed on her chest, and in that moment, she realized that falling from grace didn’t always come with a dramatic fall. Sometimes, it was just a slow, painful unraveling—like the loss of something once cherished, piece by piece, until nothing remained but the echo of what could have been.

“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.

Chapter 230 Angelo There is something sweet about falling is the free fall and the knowledge of knowing that we're about to fall over into something that's good or fall from grace but falling is the sweetest feeling ever until it's not until you hit the ground and we had to grind you realize the gravity of the situation that you've created by falling from grace when Mike is falling off the wagon again because I promised my wife that I would not subject her to what I submitted her too and yet I'm doing it again. I submitted my other girlfriends to my drinking to my drug use and two pretty much bad behavior but with her I want to change I don't want to be the same day hours after it's so much

"That sin can be redeemed when you and Grace truly become a true couple." "Is it possible?" And Mr. Had was silent again. OH BABY GRACE From a height of eleven floors, a woman looked at a small building because it was below. A black car was seen entering the yard of a luxury house.A luxury building intended for billionaires without fear of poverty after spending millions of dollars just for one building could collapse if bombs were thrown from above.Grace was fixated on a body that couldn't be seen clearly, but strangely enough, she could definitely recognize it.That the man in the black shirt was Charles, who Grace was used to calling by the name Ahmed Maulana.Anger, hatred, despair all bec

His skills lifted the crumbling ruins and restored beauty, his unwavering reverence gave me back my equilibrium. I want to thank him. Twice I start to, then stop, realizing the words aren’t equal to the gift he’s given me just by being him. *Rob* Across the space between us, Grace is staring at me. Or perhaps through me. I wonder what she’s thinking—where she is in time and space— and ardently wish I could follow. As she grows silent and the room fills with the fire’s crackling, I can see she’s fading into herself. She almost wavers, like the mist over water.

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Winning My Mate Back I Belong to Him Can't Help Falling in Love. My Bride is Not a Human

"To be honest, I fell." The beautiful woman tutted and shook her head. "I'm getting old and useless. I fell while walking." Hearing that, Charlie smiled and said sweetly like before. "You're still young and beautiful. People will think you're a popular actress and men's dream lover. I don't think you are old at all." At these words, Grace's mom smiled happily. "You're so sweet!" Grace was sneering, saying meaningfully. "You're getting better at telling lies. Look how calm you are! Aren't you afraid of nemesis? You're really something!"

He had been awake since she came into the office but decided to pretend, just to see what she was going to do. He stood up from the couch and walked towards his desk. "Interesting," He smiled as he sipped on the cup of coffee. "Disgusting," His face squeezed in disgust when he tasted the coffee. ************************************************** *Donavan's Residence* "Deyna, can you please hand me that Chemistry textbook to me?" Stacy said to her new student. Deyna was a beautiful, seventeen years old girl, she had long black hair and topaz eyes like Zion. Stacy began to wonder if she was his daughter.