Fallen Review Book Novels & Stories

The Power of Forgiveness: A Woman’s Guide In Saying I’m Sorry “Just when I thought he was turning cute.” I pick up the book and take Auster’s old place, a seat that was opposite Yohan’s. Despite my inner protests I start flipping through the pages. And just like I thought it was full of pictures of women crying and hugging it out. I didn’t even have to read a whole paragraph before I decided it just wasn’t for me. Annoyed, I throw it back into one of the crates near me. My eyes wander to what Yohan was reading. The Fall of The Great Alpha Of Cinco

Renriel did not care about the answer he would receive and much less about how it would unfold -all he wanted at that time was to see how far Kalias and Aynur would go, to see the fallen become a king again and maybe show himself that it was possible. A fallen king could always return to his throne. ☽ ━━━━━━━━ ❍ ━━━━━━━━ ☾

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

8. "Okay," Elion said. "Here's one from User BookWorm99. Five stars." "Read it." "This book destroyed me," Elion read. "I cried for three days. My mom asked if I was okay. Cale is the most tragic, beautiful character I've ever read. I want a Cale. Where do I find a Cale? Does A****n sell him?" Cale blinked. He looked genuinely confused. "She wants a Cale?" Cale asked.

asked Jacob, looking confused by what had happened. “She, she got scratched by that monster, Jacob. She sacrificed for all of us,” Zoya replied as she continued to cry. Jacob was silent for a moment and looked around the area. “Where are Eren and Ben? I didn't see either of them,” Jacob asked curiously. "Ben, Ben is dead..." Zoya answered quietly. Jacob's eyes immediately bulged and he fell silent. He couldn't believe that Ben was dead. Jacob was so shocked to hear that his best friend had died.

Jacob said. " Is that so? " Gabriel seemed to be intrigued by what he had heard , if truly Roman was back, then he didn't need to do anything to see Sebastian's downfall other than to sit back and watch the drama unfold. " and… . " Jacob hesitated, this was the news that broke h9s m8nd on hearing it. What does he sees in her, was she a magnet for werewolves?., he thought " What is it? '' Gabriel asked as he seemed to have been angered by Jacob's suspense.

But no one missed a chance to listen on this day. "Is that the same book from Moon goddess?" Jake asked. "Maybe", Evan chuckled. "Everything I said before, I don't know was all true or not. It's just I respect the beliefs of my pack and elders", Evan said. "I do believe", Stella said beside him. "43. The Fallen King", Mary read the title.

MAYOR LARRY’S POV I stood in the basement of the Fallenstars mill, the air thick with damp rot and the coppery stench of blood. The full moon’s light filtered through cracked windows, casting pale streaks across the stone floor. My hands trembled as I adjusted the silver basin, its edges glinting under the glow. Rourke hung from chains against the wall, his head slumped, blood dripping from a gash on his wrist into the basin below. Silas dangled beside him, his gray hair matted with sweat, his breathing shallow. Lucien lay on a cot in the center, still as death, his chest barely moving. The book—Olivia’s book—sat open on a crate, its pages yellowed and curling, the Latin words staring back a

On the day my adoptive father, Claude Bolton, is buried, my biological parents, along with the fake heiress, Gwen Walton, force their way into the funeral hall to pressure me into signing a statement of forgiveness. They say Gwen is about to be recommended for graduate school, so she can't afford to have a disciplinary record for driving a mechanic to his death. My biological mother, Lorna Pollard, holds my hand and cries. "Claude is already dead. Don't ruin Gwen too." My biological father, Joseph Walton, presses the pen into my palm. "The dead shouldn't stand in the way of the living." Gwen kneels in front of the casket, crying pitifully. "Ada, I'm sorry. I didn't know Mr. Bolton wou

It lands with a dull thud and kicks up a puff of dust. My heart stutters. A flicker of movement catches my eye—and for a split second, a translucent figure flickers out of the air like static on a broken screen. Sally. “Sally?” I whisper. “Did you guys see that?” Celeste points at the fallen book. “if you mean the book falling spontaneously from the shelf—then yeah. Yeah, we did.” “It was her,” I say, already moving toward the shelf the book fell from. “She showed me where.”