Sweetest Downfall Novels & Stories

"I know that it would be petty of me to take everything that I've given you in the course of our relationship, but it had all been a deception, so I'd rather take them back and have them donated to charity than have them wasted on you." One comment read, "Yes! I'm glad you're not blinded. Here I was thinking that you were going to give in to him!" "Shoutout to the besties who went there so we could see for ourselves who these scumbags are and avoid these landmines altogether. I'll be making a PDF about them. If anyone's interested, drop me a DM." "Why is nobody talking about the fact that Madam's such a pro? That was a sick kick!"

Very, very much. “Anything special you want to eat?” Maxim asked. Oh, he was so handsome, she couldn’t help but notice again. With the overhead lighting from the chandelier above the table throwing the planes and angles of his face into sharp relief, making his cheekbones look more prominent, his jaw even more chiseled, Maxim was almost devastatingly handsome. That was a term she’d never understood before this moment. It had never made sense that a person’s looks could devastate. But Maxim’s could. And did. Because looking at him filled her with so much longing, for things she shouldn’t want, that it made her heart squeeze tight.

A glimmer that Raphaël has lit there. I lie down, face buried in the pillow, reliving that kiss again and again. It is the most beautiful night of my seventeen years. The sweetest. The cruelest. I do not yet know that I am dancing on a tightrope, above an abyss. I do not know that every tender look, every flower, every gentle word is a chisel blow that weakens the ice beneath my feet a little more. Raphaël is not my savior. He is the architect of my ultimate fall. And in two weeks, to the day, he will himself push open the trapdoor.

Jessica's POV(Special Chapter) Triumph, I am discovering, has a distinct and hollow taste. Like eating the most exquisite, gold-leafed pastry only to find nothing but air inside. It should be sweet. It should be sustenance. Instead, it dissolves on the tongue, leaving behind a faint, metallic disappointment and a craving for something more substantive.

My life is ruined, it's getting worse. If you think that the world is unfair, think again. The challenges you encountered are just a stepping stone to making you stronger. Just like mythology... The prophecy of the Strongest Prince who will fall for unexpected destiny. I blinked. Strongest prince? As far as I remember, Cayden is said to be the strongest prince according to Gen. Well, it's Cayden again. Haist, I don't want to think about that person. So I just read the book again. His greatest downfall is falling to the eighth month. A Sardonyx rivaled with Kryptonite. His downfall will make the community in abundance. His downfall is destined by the Gods.

My life is ruined, it's getting worse. If you think that the world is unfair, think again. The challenges you encountered are just a stepping stone to making you stronger. Just like mythology... The prophecy of the Strongest Prince who will fall for unexpected destiny. I blinked. Strongest prince? As far as I remember, Cayden is said to be the strongest prince according to Gen. Well, it's Cayden again. Haist, I don't want to think about that person. So I just read the book again. His greatest downfall is falling to the eighth month. A Sardonyx rivaled with Kryptonite. His downfall will make the community in abundance. His downfall is destined by the Gods.

I could see him talking as Ruth paced back and forth . "What will you do after he pay's back ? " Suddenly my heart skipped a beat , who were they talking about ? Suddenly the mop I had kept leaning across a table fell down . " Who's there ?" Aaron yelled and gasp jumping back . I gulp walking behind the bar counter and biting my lip as Aaron slammed the door open . My head swiftly turned to him . I covered up my anxiety with a smile . " Um , It was me , I was cleaning " Aaron visibly relaxed looking at the fallen mop and the package in my hands , " Oh , This was mailed in the morning , I was bring it to you " He nodded , " Keep it on my desk "

It was the only thing preventing me from the suffering I knew I’d likely be enduring otherwise. I was beyond wondering about the reason behind it, at least for the moment as he nimbly descended what I realized was a ledge that plummeted steeply downward. My nerves fluttered at the sight, my breathing ticking up a notch, but Silas’s now distinguishable voice spoke up, aiding me in staying calm as he said, “Breathe, baby. Nothing is going to happen to you. Close your eyes, and we’ll be down before you know it.” I didn’t choose to shut out my surroundings, but I didn’t look down again either as Silas descended steadily, not appearing to be straining in the slightest with my added weight.

I was going crazy with my desire for her though I was enraged with what she did. "H-honey please. don't be mad. I'm sorry..." she uttered while trying hard not to cry. I didn't answer. My eyes went down her cleavage. I couldn't think straight now. Her tits which were rising and falling because of her ragged breathing felt so soft against my chest. "S-sorry. I'm really sorry honey," her voice was like a whisper which made me close my eyes for a moment. The way she called me honey was music to my ears. I opened my eyes and looked at her pretty features. Her dark brown eyes were misty but smoky.

His skin was on fire, hypersensitive to every single movement, every slow, lingering touch that sent him spiraling further into the abyss. His breath hitched, a strangled groan escaping as his thighs tensed involuntarily. His vision blurred, his mind shutting down to everything except this—this relentless, intoxicating pleasure that had him teetering on the edge of sanity. It was too much. The heat, the pressure, the exquisite torment of being drawn so close, only to hold on for one more second, one more moment before the fall. He was lost in it, in her, drowning in the overwhelming need to let go.