Fortune Falls の小説・ストーリー

Summer asked her. “I don't have anything to apologise for. I did this for her, and she walks away unscathed as usual whilst I'm portrayed as the villain. This is all your fault, Megan. If you hadn't stolen Charlie in the first place, none of this would be happening.” Allie barked, practically foaming at the mouth as she spoke to her sister, who was shaking. “Good luck Allie and goodbye,” Megan said as she turned her back on her sister and walked away. I motioned for Summer to follow her out before I turned back to face Allie.

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

He would know who he fucking messed with. I'm at the top of the hill when suddenly a wind blows and I lose my footing. I'm not ready for the fall so I don't brace myself and I go spiraling down the hill I walked up from. How could this happen to me right now?! I wanted to scream or cuss out but I’m well aware of where I am. Anh little mistake could actually be the cause of my downfall.

“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.