Fortune Falls Novels & Stories

One of them delivered a sharp kick to the back of his knee, and Adrian collapsed to the floor. "Rachel! Rachel, I’m sorry! I was wrong!" he begged. "I really do love you! I just wanted a child, a perfect family with you. I swear I wasn’t cheating!" He reached out for her, but Rachel recoiled in disgust. "Don’t touch me," she said, stepping away. "I don’t want to catch something." Adrian looked ghostly pale. He broke down, screaming, "I was framed! Someone tricked me! Rachel, you said you loved me. You said we’d be together forever! How could you forget that?"

ASHTON A few hours ago, Willow took it upon herself to prepare me for New Year's Eve at a bustling nightclub in Dallas. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she instructed, "Repeat after me, I, Ashton Johnson..." With my arms crossed, I echoed, "I, Ashton Johnson," mentally bracing myself for a potentially disastrous evening. You see, Perry had warned me about the Johnson Curse, a belief that whatever can go wrong will go wrong for members of our family. Now, with two Johnsons on this trip, I was prepared for misfortune to befall me, but the thought of it happening to my sister was absolutely unthinkable.

I tried to release his hands from my legs but he wasn't letting go of my legs. "Until you accept my apologies, I'm not going to let go of your legs. If not then I will be sitting like this all night holding your feet. Now tell me what's your decision?" "What kind of coercion is this? Let go of my legs." "No, I'm not going to do that. I will die under this burden if you do not forgive me. We do mistakes in life. Some are forgivable and some are not. I don't know if my deeds are forgivable or not. I only know that you have a kind heart and I believe that you will forgive me. Please I beg you, Naina. Please forgive me." He was crying like a five years child.

In that moment, I felt genuinely fortunate to still have a retreat, a solid foundation to fall back on. Then my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. As if possessed, I answered. The blast of club music screamed in my ear, along with the wild, drunken howls of a crowd. I frowned, ready to hang up until a familiar voice slurred through the chaos. Clearly drunk, Dario shouted, “To hell with marriage! To hell with family! I’m free now—no one can control me! Damn, it feels so good!” Around him, a chorus of jeers and cheers erupted.

He just needed to make a single phone call to ruin Brutus' life for good. Soon, Brutus found himself at the mercy of everyone he crossed paths with. His company went bankrupt, and his creditors even managed to find him and give him a few good beatings.

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

Isabelle's Louboutins tapped in time as she made her way through the marble-adorned lobby toward the shimmering elevator banks of Wilcox Mergers & Acquisitions. Her stylish chignon emphasized her determined expression and the well-defined features of her cheekbones. Her once-in-a-lifetime chance to join Wall Street's elite by leveraging a billion-dollar merger was here. It took years of hardship, lost holidays, and damaged relationships to get to this pivotal point. There was no room for failure.

As I turn to leave I bump into Cole which makes me fall. Hello friend, I say to the floor "Easy there sugar, don't want you breaking anything now, do we?"he drawls slowly reaching to help me up, flashing a smile. I bet he thinks he's so charming. "Thanks but I don't need your help getting up"I stand and dust myself again, "seeing as you're the reason I fell down by the way"I say tightly. I've seriously got to stop bumping into bitches and cocky guys He smirks, "Well love, I think you should be watching where you're headed don't you?"he asks with one brow raised

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Everything he had been hiding—all the guilt, the fear, the denial—crashed down on him at once. He had completely shattered what was already fragile and damaged. The moment he saw Nicholas lying there, broken and bleeding because of him, something inside Andrew broke too. He finally understood. He wasn’t just sorry. He was in love. Hopelessly, painfully, recklessly in love with the boy who had somehow seen something good in him when no one else ever did. And now, he was losing him.

She was wise he would admit that, she had laid low all these years so she could get her revenge at the last minute after taking her daughter away from him. He knew if he didn’t dance to their tune, his reputation would be ruined, his hope of being seen as a perfectionist would be dashed all because of his mistake. He knew it would have been George’s idea, Lupita had that evidence with her all along but did not use it against him, she did not have the courage, George Richwood must have given her that, he had really underestimated the young man. With sizzling rage, he picked up the paper and signed them, a sleazy smile on his face as he did so. Since George Richwood loves evidence so much, he