Fortune Falls Novels & Stories

He had no other thoughts of doing anything. And, Opal... she was shocked, surprised, and speechless. "Fine, I-- take them." Oliver extended his hand to give her the sheets she wanted. Sadly, his mind was too unfocused to see his surrounding. *Thud* He fell from the tree and Layla could only grab the sheets as she was also standing on a tree branch. "OLIVER!!!!" Olivia's scream in her ear was proof that Oliver has fallen. 'Oh no, this is going to be troublesome.' She gulped at the thought of the problem that might arise in the near future.

Jaz POV The Moon Valley Pack is located a few miles from the Pacific Ocean and between two large mountains that separate us from the rest of the world. When you sit on the cliff that is not too far from the pack. You can see the Ocean and then you can look up and see the moon. I came across the cliff when I was 17 while on my nightly run at 11. Ever since Alpha Jax, Bata James, and Sam found me they brought me back to the pack. They gave me 2 weeks to heal and pass every test that the doctors gave to me. Then they began training me to be the best of the best. Fist they wanted to learn everything about me. From where I came from, what happened to me and of course I could tell them anything be

Ma don't come close, my camera is on and thousands of people are watching live. I decided to goad Abdul one last time. "Even if you kill me, the apartment goes to my parents. Every last Kobo of what I own goes to…them." I could no longer wheeze and tried to cough. A thought occured to me that many times in the movies, in seconds a person would choke another to death. It's untrue, it takes about two minutes to successfully choke a person. "Just die." He reached out and flung me. Four things happened. I saw my scarf fall off first, second, I saw my life flash before my eyes like a movie and third, after my fall unto the fence, I felt the pain of the broken bottles the developer used as guard f

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

“It's too late. It's too late for me.” “Fine! Fine!” Vincenzo yelled, his voice broken. “I'll do it! I'll make Antonio the next Don! I'll do whatever you want! Just please, don't jump! Please, Madonna! Don't jump!” “I…” Madonna was saying, her body leaning forward, when she let her hand slip from the railing and she fell into the river. Her phone fell to the ground, but the call was still connected. Vincenzo heard the gasps of the crowd, the horror in their voices, the sudden realization that she had jumped. “No!” Vincenzo yelled. “Madonna! No! No, I lost Stella! I can't lose you too!”

“You’re not fine. You’re a mess. And before you yell at me again, I know why.” I looked away, focusing on a crack in the ceiling tiles. “Maya—” “Frost is at my apartment,” she said quietly. “He showed up at my window last night, climbed up three stories, and then completely fell apart. He told me what he said to you. What he did.” Something twisted in my chest—jealousy, maybe, that Frost had gone to Maya when he was hurting. That he could seek comfort from someone when he’d denied me just that.

Damn it, always forgetful. Upstairs, it was the same; there was no one around. As soon as I opened the doors to Spencer's office, I noticed the mess. Papers were scattered everywhere, an empty liquor bottle, and... I swallowed hard... a pair of panties. It was a damn thong lying on the floor.

I hadn’t intended to go, but Jane said it might be worth seeing his final downfall, like closing the chapter on the misfortune he once brought into my life. Through the glass of the visitation room, I saw Hugh again. He was dressed in a prison jumpsuit, his hair dirty and disheveled. Due to the backlash from his own misfortune, his once-handsome face was covered with red, unhealing pustules, giving him a terrifying, almost grotesque appearance. The moment he saw me, he lunged toward the glass, his bloodshot eyes fixed on me. “Edward… why? How did you beat me?” He ground his teeth as he said, “I was the one who was supposed to be favored! The Heavens were on my side!”

My mind was so full of him—his presence, his power, the way everything had changed because of him, the way he was effortlessly arousing me—that I forgot to watch my step. Bad luck struck at the worst moment. The janitors had just cleaned the floor. It was wet, if not full of water, and slippery. The moment my foot touched the edge of the staircase, I lost my balance. My body tilted forward. I slipped, crashing down the steps. My limbs flailed, my clothes soaked in the soapy water as I tumbled down, swimming through the watery stairway all the way down. The world blurred. Pain exploded through me with each hard impact against the staircase.

He looked at his phone whose screen got damaged, he picked up the phone and wanted to ignore the person who collided with him, but after looking at the person's face he became irritated. Daisy looked at the broken screen of his phone and said, "Sorry," without looking at the man's angry face. "Shut up You're sorry can't repair my phone" Daisy raises her head and looks at the man, who wears his tailored suit like a crown, emanating confidence and style. His perfect taste, along with his towering stature, makes him a genuine embodiment of elegance and refinement, yet his rage and icy demeanor make her fearful "You have to pay for the damage you caused"