Falling From Grace Novel Novels & Stories

said Jacob. Immediately Zoya couldn't hold back her tears. She immediately hugged Jacob tightly. "You are the best person I have ever known, sob sob..." Zoya whispered with tears in her eyes. Everyone in the room felt what Zoya felt. *** -Year 2045- “They're in! They're in! The south gate has collapsed!” shouted one of the soldiers. The hundreds of monsters rushed in and immediately rushed into the building. Luckily, the residents in the Hope building had been evacuated to a bunker located in the basement. Only Professor Alex and a few of his men remained in his study.

He was right, he never said he loved her books. We fell into a comfortable silence as we both got roped into the magical world of reading. I was deeply drawn to the world of fallen angels, love, betrayal and so much heartache that by the time I was halfway through the second book, tears were rolling down my face and I couldn't stop them. "What's wrong?" Nick asked as I sniffed. "This book, I can't believe that Luce and Daniel went through so much just so they could be together," I replied as I wiped my tears.

I sighed in relief when I heard the unmistakable growl of Nathan and knew they were almost here. My friends were fighting a good fight, but they were outnumbered, with the rogues pushing them back in their desperate attempts to get closer to me. I backed away, grabbing a chair to use as a weapon as I stepped closer to the wall to get away from them. Instead of hitting the wall as I expected, I backed into a person. I froze as I felt something jab me in the neck. Not again was my last thought before I blacked out. Nathan’s point of view

He had been awake since she came into the office but decided to pretend, just to see what she was going to do. He stood up from the couch and walked towards his desk. "Interesting," He smiled as he sipped on the cup of coffee. "Disgusting," His face squeezed in disgust when he tasted the coffee. ************************************************** *Donavan's Residence* "Deyna, can you please hand me that Chemistry textbook to me?" Stacy said to her new student. Deyna was a beautiful, seventeen years old girl, she had long black hair and topaz eyes like Zion. Stacy began to wonder if she was his daughter.

But then I always remembered, his panic-stricken face after and the fact that he hated me, just like they all did. “I’m sorry” I said as I detangled myself from him and stood straighter, adjusting my tie in the process. He said nothing. He didn’t even acknowledge the fall or the awkward moment his arms had been wrapped around me. Maybe he did this often, letting his male personal assistants fall into his arms. It hit me then! A scandal, Don involved with his male assistant, a gay relationship. It would ruin a respectable family like his. The doors dinged when we got to the ground floor. I walked after him making sure to put a decent space between us. I’ll rather fall on my butt than into his

He was right - I was indeed defending Ethan. “You are defending him, Skylar. I couldn’t believe myself. Why was I defending Ethan of all people? Especially after what he did? Why was this happening to me? Why was I even feeling the need to defend him? Oh, damn. “You are unbelievable, Skylar,” Nick said and caught me off guard. Without warning, he suddenly twirled me around and left my hand. In the process, my heel broke and skipped past my leg, leaving me in just one heel. I tried to not fall on my nose for the second time for the day and accidentally fell in someone else’s arms instead.

Lena swallowed hard. "Ask her why she would sleep with my fiance" Alicia cried out. All eyes turned on Lena with a question mark and she could only look down in embarrassment "Lena?" Her mother called and she swallowed hard. She should have left when she had the chance. She thought. "Is.... is this true?" She could not open her mouth. "Answer me!" "Answer her Lena. Oh, please do. Let everyone know how much of a slut you are"

He felt like he was standing on the precipice of a vast abyss, unsure of whether to take the leap or retreat to safety. In that haunting silence, Jada's tears continued to dripping down her face, mingling with the remnants of her shattered heart. She felt the weight of her words, the searing pain of her actions, and the immense guilt that threatened to suffocate her. She had hoped that revealing her regained memories would make it easier, but instead, it had torn her deeper from within.

It was a powerful feeling, to be the bringer of death. Grace continued to come to him as she fell further and further into madness. That last rejection snapped something inside of her. He liked to think that it was her last grasp of reality. For a while he thought he was the catalyst of her insanity. However, it was always there. She left a perfect life in search of something she would have. Grace had everything. A man that essentially worshipped her. An heiress of high society. And she left all of that, chasing some dream, chasing an adventure.

Her thighs squeezed in renewed desire, her core aching in wordless, ardent agony at the sheer liquid intensity of his libidinous promise. Get. A. Grip She mercilessly castigated herself, her knuckles becoming white from the severity of her grip on the phone. This unraveling, shameless desire was neither ethical nor permissible under any conditions! Damien Blackwood was a towering financial genius, a hedonistic ruler, and an unrivaled corporate raptor. However, to her, he eventually represented the single most important means to an infinitely bigger professional purpose. That was all he could ever be. Not some wildly virile siren enticing her into dangerous territory of carnal stupidity. She