Fallen From Grace Book Novels & Stories

“Do you know what it felt like? Do you have any idea? Seeing that common girl, that… that peasant, beside Ethan! The humiliation, Grace! The absolute, gut-wrenching humiliation of seeing her, a complete nobody, occupying a space that is rightfully mine! I am not a Malcovich. I have no power in that family, and this little nobody is making me feel small and weak. You were supposed to find out her identity. You were supposed to find a weakness. You were supposed to do your one job, the very thing I pay you a fortune to do, and you failed.” Grace flinched, her body tensing, her knuckles white where she clutched a leather-bound folder. She felt a deep, profound fear. She had seen what Miriam did

"You're so much better than he was. So much stronger than that billionaire ever could be." The humiliation was a physical weight, pressing down on my chest until I felt like my cracked ribs would finally snap. I was trapped in a body that wouldn't move, a silent witness to the desecration of the life I had once cherished. Every sound was a slap across my face. Every laugh was a needle driven under my fingernails. "Look at her, Grace," Daniel panted, his voice thick with a disgusting triumph. "She’s crying. She finally realizes what a loser she is. She’s nothing without that man to hide behind."

I was defeated. She cleared my desk, dropping every book and bible to the floor, I fought the urge to pick them up as I sat her up on it. She smiled, putting her arms up. I pulled the dress over her head, leaving her exposed. Her nipples hardened from the cool air, and I moved closer, brushing my fingers over them. As a teen, I had my fair share of women, but none of them struck me this way, not even the woman I spent years married to. I dropped my pyjama pants and fisted my cock, it was so hard it was pulsing, leaking with pre cum. “Put it in,” Grace ordered, her voice laced with every ounce of sin I wanted to taste.

(ONE CROSS) “PRIDE, WRATH, GLUTTONY, LUST, ENVY, GREED, AND SLOTH.” Knowing more than what other mortals and gifted might think of her at first glance, she whispers the sins as the words vanish in front of her. Turns everything into ashes and goes directly inside the book that somehow loses all its pristine details and colors, and that is left with an utter old and torn cover that somehow is being forgotten by time and forsaken by anyone. It flies right back into her arms, where she hums for seconds and whispers.

Jasmine started to fade before she could continue. Gabriel waited in front of the throne on his knee bowing to the Almighty as he felt ashamed. Yet another soul was regained and the earth now was out of balance and corrupted by one person. One measly woman. His fists clenched and he contained the anger from his lips as he spoke. He had never been so humiliated. “No need to feel humiliated, my child. There are certain things in this world that you do not understand.” The Almighty replied, in a blanket of warmth surrounding Gabriel, not at all upset as he thought The Almighty should be.

The woman that I met first was strong, she knew to fight for herself. The woman that I knew after marriage loved me, believed in me, cherished me, healed me. And the woman that I was looking at now, was lifeless, defeated, hurt. And I had turned her into this. I ruined her. She was perfect, it was me who was insecure, it was me who didn't trust her, I let my past rule me, and in the end I killed the woman I fell for, now in front of me was the girl who was scared, who couldn't believe anyone, who was fighting for life.

Grace chuckled softly and I just eyed her quizzically as I digested all she was telling me. "That can't be true Grace. She's like a church mouse," I countered. Grace shook her head and suggested that I take a peek into her room she was using at my penthouse. I crossed my arms and chewed on my bottom lip. "Did she tell you how she became a fallen angel," I asked curiously and Grace nodded telling me she had been caught pegging one of the archangels and banished that day and sent to Lucifer. I asked if she said which archangel and she shook her head. I leaned back against the elevator wall and grinned as my dirty mind concocted scenarios that I hoped would occur. Grace pffts at me and I open m

Grace then said self-deprecatingly, “Let me tell you something funny. I also fell from grace because of a woman. My sugar daddy’s wife discovered our relationship, and she forced him to dump me. I was fine with that. I could just look for another sugar daddy, but she was vicious. She forced him to sell me to human traffickers.” … Grace had gone through a lot. She told Carol many of the things that had happened to her. Grace said that while she was only thirty years old, she had experienced things other people would never experience. She was tired of living and even thought about offing herself, but her corpse would be fed to the dogs if she did. This thought made her hang onto living, no mat

was the reply. I entered to find her crying at the foot of the bed. "Dorcus," said I as I rushed to her side. "Do you think he's happy?" she asked me through tears. "All the people he's hurt. How could he do this?" "Pride is the fall of men and angels," I told her, and we went on like that for awhile, discussing present things and what might have been. "Are you still working on that book of yours?" "I am," I smiled.

Her chest began to ache, and she just hoped to regain Evan's compassion. Evan paused briefly as he walked away. Unbeknownst to Grace, his heart ached as well. Emotions surged within him, and he felt the urge to express his anger. However, he didn't want to create a scene. Being with Grace reminded him of why their friendship had to end. As Evan walked away, Grace sank to her knees in the sand. She sobbed until her voice became inaudible. The comfort she had hoped to find in Evan’s presence only intensified her pain. Her disappointment in his attitude pierced her heart deeply.