Fallen From Grace Book Novels & Stories

They are about to forever bounce into luxuries and say goodbye to debt and brokenness forever. Grace has always known luxuries all her life. The one time she experienced brokenness was not immediately after my father died. It was after that. When her mother mismanaged the wealth he left behind. “Come on inside, you deserve the best treatment my darling. You are making me so proud”Helen laughed.

“There. Now, you will walk the length of the room without letting it fall.” I wanted to roll my eyes but managed to hold my tongue. Instead, I stood carefully, balancing the book as I took cautious steps across the carpet. My back ached and my ankles wobbled. I’d only seen this sort of etiquette training in movies, and it was a lot harder than it looked. “Pathetic,” Grace sneered as the book slipped from my head and fell about halfway across the room. “How you managed to land my son, I’ll never know.” I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to stay silent as I picked up the book and placed it back on my head. After some trial and error, I reached the other side of the room and turned ba

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

Damian said more confidently even though he was slowly panicking in his mind. "Wait let me check," Gina said and stood up walking to get her book of records, she took the book and flipped it open reading word after word. "Well I have a Cara Hayes, but she was a junkie, a chronic one," Gina shook her head sorrowfully. "Poor kid died of overdose last week, but I believe that's not the Cara you looking for." "No," Damien slumped to the couch, his hopes deflated.

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.

were able? The fallen alpha’s chest seemed to weigh down at the thought of seeing everything crumble again and that made him acted before thinking. With an impulse he grabbed her and with that minuscule and fragile body in his arms, he ran. He ran with his feet in the dark earth, with his hair in the wind in a humanoid form that had never been allowed to use. Kalias ran while hoping to get to that place in time, to the lake that was able to help her improve.

This fall from grace. From the top of New York society to a holding cell in one day. Because my son had betrayed me. Because Mabel James had refused to stay buried. Because I'd underestimated everyone. I'd thought I was untouchable. Invincible. Too powerful to fall. I'd been wrong. And now I was paying the price. Sitting in a cell. Waiting for morning. Waiting for arraignment. Waiting to see how far I'd fallen. And how much further I had yet to fall.

I glanced back at the book. Maximus the Fallen.

And another. “They smell blood,” Evan said. “And opportunity.” Grace shook her head. “No. They smell safety. They think the fear is lifting.” Jordan leaned over her shoulder, reading names. “Some of these people helped him.” “Yes,” Grace replied calmly. “And now they’re choosing themselves.” Jordan was quiet for a long moment. “That’s how empires fall.” Day Three brought loss. The missing witness was found. Alive—but broken. Grace sat with him in a secure location, hands folded in her lap as he spoke haltingly, eyes never lifting from the floor.

“I know you don’t belong here. Not because you’re not beautiful enough or wealthy enough. But because you’re convinced you don’t deserve to be here. People who feel they deserve things don’t carry themselves the way you do.” Maya stepped forward. “Okay, mystery man. That’s enough amateur psychology for one night.” He ignored her completely. His focus remained locked on me. “I’m curious what happened to make someone so thoroughly diminished. Public scandal? Professional failure? Betrayal?” “All of the above,” I said before I could stop myself. The martinis had loosened my tongue. Something flickered in his expression. Interest, maybe. Or satisfaction. “Interesting.” “What’s interesting?” I de