How Does The Fall End

Isolde Vancrest had witnessed the ultimate betrayal. Her long-time fiancé, Alan Princeton, had gotten his own sister-in-law pregnant, and he had the audacity to defend it. Alan: "You can't have children. The family can't end with me." How ironic. This was the same man who had once knelt nine times to propose, swearing he would rather be sterile than ever hurt her. If love was a joke, then pride had lost all meaning. That night, Isolde called the one man in Southbridge whose name most people feared to speak. By morning, she was his wife. When Alan saw her again, it was at her wedding. He dropped to his knees, eyes red. Alan: "Honey, I was wrong. Please… look at me." Isolde took a step back and fell into the arms of the man behind her. "The Prince," the ruthless ruler of half the city, wrapped an arm around her waist. "Seems you've forgotten your place." His voice was biting cold as he looked down at Alan. "Now she’s someone you don’t deserve to even look at."

In my past life, I walked away from an invitation to the elite Academy just to take the fall for Luca. He held my hand, swearing he’d get me out. Swearing he’d keep me safe for the rest of my life. Instead, I rotted in a cell until I died. While I was bleeding out on the cold floor, Luca was marrying the Don’s daughter, living the high life. When I opened my eyes, I was back. Luca was sixteen again, face pale as a sheet, shoving a bloody gun into my hands. "Elena, you're a lifesaver." I slapped the piece away. "Dream on. I ain't taking the rap for you this time."

During the holiday, a hashtag related to honeymoon trips goes viral on social media. The topic is, "How are you planning to spend your honeymoon?" One of the threads that has the most replies reads, "I have to bring my mistress along, of course." "Wow! That's crazy. Can you teach us how to pull that off?" I frown as I scroll down the thread and find the reply. "There are a lot of poor, female backpackers these days. As long as the mistress acts pitiful enough, you can pull the wool over your wife's eyes. And just like that, a couple's haven will become a world of three. "My wife and I will be going on our honeymoon trip tomorrow. I'll give everyone live updates in this thread." Feeling disgusted, I close the thread. … The next day, my husband, Sean Clifford, and I meet a poor, female backpacker on the road. She has no car, money, or any suitcases with her. Sprawling herself across the windshield, she begs, "Can you give me a ride, sir? I have blisters all over my feet. I can't walk anymore."

My husband's childhood sweetheart needed surgery, and he insisted that I be the one to operate on her. I followed every medical protocol, doing everything I could to save her. However, after she was discharged, she accused me of medical malpractice and claimed I’d left her permanently disabled. I turned to my husband, hoping he’d speak up for me, but he curtly said, “I told you not to act recklessly. Now look what’s happened.” To my shock, the hospital surveillance footage also showed that I hadn’t followed the correct surgical procedure. I couldn’t defend myself. In the end, I was stabbed to death by her super-alpha husband. Even as I died, I still couldn’t understand—how did the footage show my surgical steps were wrong? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Joanna was admitted for testing.

We had been married for 24 years. Twenty-four years of what I thought was happy. He got everything he wanted. The house he chose. The truck he loved. The vacations he picked. I made sure life ran smoothly so he never had to question comfort. And apparently, comfort made him bored. That’s how I met Vincent. Not in person. On Tinder. Same smile. Same scar on his chin. Same wedding ring conveniently missing.

"R-Reed.... A-Anong ibig sabihin nito?" Halos manlambot ang tuhod niya sa nakita at nag-uunahan sa pagbagsak ang mga luha sa pisngi niya. Si Reed ay nakikipaghalikan sa isang babae at halos nalihis na ang soot nito pababa. Nakatalikod ang babae kaya hindi niya makita ang mukha. "Aliyah, Baby..." Naitulak ni Reed ang babae kaya nahulog ito sa sahig. "Ouch! What the h*ck!" Mura ng babae kay Reed. "Reed.... Ano? Magpaliwanag ka!" Sigaw niya habang nanginginig ang boses at punong-puno ng hinanakit ang mga mata na nakatitig rito. Tumayo ang babae at hinarap si Aliyah, "Well, well, well! Mabuti at nasampal na sayo ang katotohanan. Ilusyunada!" Bumaling ito kay Reed, "Babe, sabihin mo na sa kanya. Para hindi na tayo nagtatago." "Avery, get out now!" Kinaladkad ni Reed si Avery ngunit pumiglas ito. "Pwede ba Reed, magpakatotoo ka sa sarili mo. Alam kung ako pa rin ang mahal mo. I feel it, the way you kissed me." Inis na sigaw nito.

Don Arturo a.k.a. 'Godfather', the infamous mercenary of all times. Contracted by bosses to eliminate their opponents like chess pieces all over the world. Not until he decided to retire and left a legacy behind to bloom someday when the rightful heir comes to replace him in his throne. However due to corrupted politics, unfairly judgments in the court of law, forgery, and unstoppable horrifying crimes which happened in the society as years passed by, he formed a league in a restricted island and trained children he picked in streets in exchange of becoming a living, killing machine. He taught these children to fight and plan to execute bad people someday.

We all have an inspiration to live. We all have that one person who keeps us from fighting and moving. That someone who keeps our heart beating. That someone who keeps on giving us a blissful morning. But what if one morning while laying in the dark, the person you loved the most is the person you can't remember anymore? Fall Navarez never thought that this day would come. Never did he think of losing the memories of that someone in his head. Later did he realize, he came up with a question: "Who's Grace?" There's a lot of variations in their testimonies. Some have scarlet threads attached. Some had loose strings which means a dead end. Fall Navarez didn't know what story he had to believe. He wanted to believe them all, but every person he asked, died the day after. "Grace is your girlfriend, Fall." "Hell no! Grace is your wife." "That would be gross, but I only know was that Grace is your sister." "Oh my God, you really don't know, do you? Grace is your f*ckin' psychologist!" Why would Fall had a psychologist, assuming that Grace is indeed one? "You're hell-bent, Fall! You're crazy!" "Who's Grace?! Answer now or I'll f*cking kill you!" He smirked. "As you did to your mother?" he held his tongue and spit saliva at Fall. "Hell yeah! YOU KILLED YOUR F*CKING MOTHER!" Maybe there's someone who's deceiving. Maybe someone had asked them to deceive Fall! But wait, where was the lie? To the you-killed-Grace part or the Grace-is-your-mother part? Hmm, did Grace really fall from grace? "Put the gun in your mouth. . . pull the trigger." FALL FROM GRACE by ANONYGLITCH

Slade Norris is a trust fund baby, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t work for a living. In fact he works himself to the bone running a PR firm, security company and … oh yeah, he manages one of the world’s most famous hard rock bands: Feisty. While Slade may have been born with a silver spoon he’s worked extremely hard to prove himself, and make it on his own two feet. As a teenager he met four rough and rowdy boys who were looking to create a band and get famous. Slade knew he was the guy to make it happen and to ensure his buddies didn’t get taken advantage of along the way One big monkey wrench in their plans of world domination in the entertainment world: Slade’s childhood girlfriend and then high school sweetheart Holly Anderson. Holly had been around the guys of Feisty since their inception and was an integral part of helping them write songs and stay on track. Since Holly was a year younger than Slade and the guys, she was stuck at home finishing her senior year when the guys hit it big and left on a world tour. What happened shortly after has haunted them all for their entire adult lives. Can the universe intervene and bring this couple back together for one more chance? Find out in the final installment of my Feisty Series: How To Forgive. This book can be read as a stand alone but it would be best read as the final book in the series as it answers a lot of lingering questions left by the first four books! Thank you for reading.

Forbidden, passionate, secret love. The love you kill for. The love you defend with your soul, heart, and body. Love that only happens once in a lifetime, when you are not ready for it. A man who hates touches and a woman who does not know them in an intimate sense. Both equally damaged, he alienated, she alien. The passion that will ignite will transcend the boundaries of everything measurable, reveal secrets, tear down walls, mow down victims. Samantha is a young girl who enters into a contract marriage with Blake's brother, but no one knows that except the two of them. On their wedding day she meets Blake and here begins the forbidden, here begins the passion at first sight. Blake is a handsome man who falls in love for the first time with his daughter-in-law, whom he meets on the day of his brother's wedding. Blake is a smart man who will immediately notice that there is something in this marriage. He does not believe that it is a real marriage. He will enter a forbidden There is no turning back from it. Such love happens once in a lifetime. The only question is are Blake and Samantha strong enough to continue to fight for themselves, for the new strength they have found in each other, or will fate beat them again, bleed old wounds, and show that there is no happy ending for them?