Fallen Novel Movie Novels & Stories

Sydney's POV: Fallen. Iam falling. Falling down. From where? The portrait? I fell hard on the rough ground. My chin hits the ground bringing me pain. The pain isn't equal to the fact that I lost Lydia. I opened my eyes to see the hell for the first time.

A few students gawked, not quite believing that the sunshine boy would take up a fight, much less beating the crap out of them. Nathan didn't care about anything at the moment. His head was spinning with anger, blood ringing in his ears. He felt like his being was drowning. Nathan saw himself in Timothy's place, struggling to survive. The boy focused ahead when he felt the warmth around him disappear. His vision captured Timothy pulling a tall man towards him. Whatever the younger said didn't reach Nathan's ears. All he could feel was his ears pounding, body on the verge of giving up. His sight blurred with hot tears, skin tingling when a tender touch rested against his cheek. Nathan tried t

She moved through the clearing, doing the same for my fallen men. The carriage was a wreck, so we set up camp right there among the shattered trees. My men worked in a daze, looking at Novel with a mix of terror and profound gratitude. “The tent is ready, Alpha,” one whispered, bowing his head. I carried Novel inside and laid her gently on the furs. I brushed a silver-streaked strand of hair from her face. “You did it, Novel,” I whispered. Tears I had suppressed during the fight finally tracked through the dirt on my cheeks.

I grabbed some sweats from the closet then headed to the bathroom to take a shower and remove all the makeup. When I got out of the bathroom, Nick was sat at the desk with Fallen in his hands. "This is a good book," he said as he looked up from the page. "It is. You should definitely watch the movie too, they really did the book justice," I answered with a smile. He beamed and gave me a boyish grin. "For you, I'll watch anything." I rolled my eyes with a small smile. "Are you coming downstairs with me?" I asked instead

… When I came to, Lina was sitting at my side, her eyes swollen and red. I knew instantly what had happened. I slowly reached for my now-flat stomach. There was a pang of sorrow, yes, but also a strange sense of relief. With a father like Dario, perhaps not being born was a mercy. I asked Lina to hand me my phone. When I turned it on, I saw that Fran had flooded her social media with updates. One photo showed her reclining in a bathtub, back exposed, surrounded by rose petals and red wine, the city skyline glittering in the distance.