Fallen Kate Novel Novels & Stories

Had Kate actually fallen in love with Sawyer? But… could she? Vanity was all she had. Did she even have the capacity to love anyone? More and more reporters crowded in, all eager to interview her, the once-celebrated, now-infamous socialite of Draventh. Suddenly, Kate stumbled and fell. The reporters all stepped back in unison. No one dared to help her up; some of them even crouched, shoving their microphones closer to her face.

The line between the hunter and the hunted had been irrevocably blurred. Hours later, the room went quiet. Michael was asleep. His arm curled around his waist, his breath deep and even. Kate struggled to sleep. She shifted slightly, careful not to wake Michael. She looked back at the bed. Michael was still asleep, his face peaceful, his arm still outstretched where she had lain. She walked naked towards the glass wall. She whispered to herself, “I think I am falling for you, Michael. I have fallen for the man I was meant to destroy.”

I clutch her chin tightly but not tight enough to bruise her, leaning towards her in a way we were starting right at each other after all we were the same height. "The man you're cheating with must be scared of what his affair may cause him, that's why he remained in the dark. It seems his reputation is greater than love after all." I pushed her chin away, whipped my hand against my dress like I got dirty just from holding her then I turn to leave. Taste-bud was a two story building so the restroom was upstairs. I gracefully climbed down the stairs after winning the argument my head raised in triumph. Nonetheless, Kate had other plans, she pulled me forcefully from behind, then threw hersel

I wanna see the falls too! She decided to follow Yael with bated breath. She walked on tiptoed until she reached the stairs where Yael had vanished. She hid behind the tree, afraid Yael would notice her. However, when she finally descended the stairs. Yael was no longer to be found. Damn it! Where did he go?! Kate stomped her feet in frustration and looked around. Her gloomy mood was quickly replaced by awe when she noticed a rose vine tunnel on the right side. She walked toward it completely amazed. She was thinking about how the flowers survived the typhoon when she noticed huge trees scattered making the whole place shady. These trees appear to have shielded them.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?” He. They always assume I'm a man but whose to tell them that it's a woman killing multiple men and women. Pure sexism in the 21st century. As the saying goes ‘Some women fear the fire while some women simply become it’. I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist.

How could they move forward when trust was broken, and hurt festered like an open wound? Sitting on the cold bathroom floor, Kate buried her face in her hands, the scent of Deimon's cologne clinging to her skin, a haunting reminder of their fractured bond. The future stretched before her, shrouded in uncertainty, and the only answer she could find was a single, choked sob escaping her lips.

And suddenly, without saying anything more, the man rushed forward and pushed her hard with both hands. Kate felt the hard ground disappear beneath her feet. She fell. Somewhere in the sky, the eagle screamed again. She felt a fierce hand embrace her frail body and the wind whip her back. Kate opened her eyes. A second later, she realised she was hanging in mid-air. Before she knew what was happening, she fell down and landed into the soft bedding. Lying on her bed, she took a slow breath and opened her eyes again. Everything was back in place. The same wide bed, the same luxurious room on the second floor of Thorne’s villa. It was all gone. Geoffrey, the cardinal, the breathtaking mountain

said Kate. "No Kate, you don't have to do this." Not looking where I was going, I fell to the ground. My dress was now covered in mud. Kate laughed. I remained on the floor trembling in fear as she paused at my feet. "Please don't kill me," I begged her. "Everything was fine when you weren't here and look what you made me do. You made me betray him," Kate muttered angrily. I know at that moment that no matter how I plead to her. She will never show me any mercy. She wanted me dead because of Alpha Deucalion.

“I have two packs of the good stuff. You in?” “Who is this? And how did you get this number?” “Doesn't matter. This is a good deal. Are you in or not?” The chat bubble rose and then fell and never appeared again. Kate slumped in her chair, running her hands through her hair. “He didn't fall for it,” she mumbled. “Fall for what?” Cage turned the laptop to face him and began to go through all the windows Kate had left opened. “You really have gotten the hang of this hacking stuff. Maybe even better than me,” he teased.

I went still. That wasn’t fear of the dark. That was something else. I looked down at her, even though I could barely see her in the darkness. Kate. The same girl with perfect manners, polite smiles, controlled expressions. The one who measured her words, who carried herself like she had been taught exactly how to behave and never once step out of line. And now… She was shaking in my arms, clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her together. What changed? Or maybe…