The Fall Camus Novels & Stories

BOOM! I inadvertently and mistakenly knocked Cassidy off the balance of the narrow ledge. "NOOOOOOO!" Cassidy screamed as her feet slipped off the cold stone. Her eyes went wide with pure terror as her body tumbled backward over the high railing. I gasped in horror, reaching my arm out to grab her hand, but my fingers only brushed against the empty air. I watched in total shock as Cassidy fell through the night sky, hitting the hard stone courtyard far below, falling to her death right beside the burning front gates. Her crazy campaign of greed and envy was finally over forever.

" Alright sir. I did something really stupid. I got into an argument with his grandmother, she accidentally fell down the stairs. I really didn't mean for her to die," Camille said as tears began to stream down her face. " What! You really killed her," Nosh said. " I really didn't mean to Nosh, she just let go of my hands and fell. I didn't plan any of it," Camille said. " Okay, I wont judge you Camille. I promised to help you with him, and that's what I'm going to do," Nosh said and glanced up at his driver who immediately shot off at a fast speed.

Within moments, the rhythmic symphony of Carmela’s alluring moans filled every corner of the cozy hut, drowning out the cacophony of thunderous roars and the relentless cascade of raindrops outside. Nestor’s senses were ablaze with heat, a fervor that seemed to ignite anew as if this were his initial conquest of Carmela’s being. With deliberate care, he had shed every layer of clothing that veiled her exquisite form, leaving her gloriously exposed to his hungry gaze. He stood there, unabashedly admiring her, his eyes tracing every curve and contour, his desire palpable in the intensity of his stare.

Whilst i’ll tell them avout our departure. Kasumi gave nod and then leaving with the others and i’m going toward the prince to tell him about our departure. His expression is priceless when he saw me changed myself. I then flapped my wing and go after the others. On the dream we had before, the people from outside world that is us, are called Fallen by the people of this world. Because We are truth to our own desire untill we fall to depravity. I’ll made my dream became true on this fucked reincarnation setting. After i’m do e with the main mission. Destroying ‘that’ person.

"Senior.. let me tell you about a demigod named Narcissus. Evidently, the idea of narcissism comes from him." Successfully able to stop the banter, Jeremy made Ken too eagerly listen to him. "It is said here in Metamorphosis, that Narcissus fell in love with his reflection on the water and treated all his admirers both Male and Female—of various species, badly. He desired himself and literally kissed his own reflection." "Looks like someone sitting right beside me." Monroe deadpanned, enraging Ken. The banter should have mediated, but seeing the turn of events, Jeremy groaned sadly. Did he make things worse?

He shifted running a hand down his face and opened his eyes once more showing me that beyond the tough exterior was a just a man unsure of what to do. "We can't focus on the what if's. In as much as I don't want to talk about the shit that happened what's keeping me from falling apart is the fact I'm still here and that's because you got to me at the knick of time. I don't want any more blood on your hands, if killing is truly the only option," I paused contemplating what other alternative to give, "then allow someone else to do the deed," I replied placing my hand on his cheek turning his head to face me when I heard him grumble in annoyance at the request. Kissing him multiple times till a

When I came back, Edward was still by the door, Daniel still by the couch, Falco waiting in the corner like a statue. “We’ll take my car,” Edward said. Daniel’s brow furrowed. “And I’m just supposed to what—wave goodbye? Not happening.” Edward looked ready to argue, but Falco spoke first. “Two cars. We take different routes. Less predictable.” It was the only thing they could both agree on. We left in the rain. Falco drove with Edward in the passenger seat, scanning every passing car. I sat behind them, watching the city lights smear across the wet glass. Every time we passed someone standing on a corner, my stomach clenched.

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

he muttered, the word thick with regret. A loud bang echoed through the deserted street, the gunshot sharp and final. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, acrid and metallic. Brains exploded all over the ground. And his body fell limp. One of Carmelo's men rushed forward, a strangled cry escaping his lips. He knelt beside Marco's body, his touch frantic and futile. Carmelo barked a single, harsh word, and the man retreated, his head bowed in submission. There was something on his lips that told me this guy wasn't nearly as meek as he appeared to me. It seemed like Carmelo would have to watch his back.

Nova thought about that for a moment. Trust. She learned a long time ago not to trust anyone. Not strangers. Not survivors. And definitely not wolves. The world had chewed apart every soft thing people used to believe in. Trust got people killed now. Kael pushed open the rusted subway door ahead of them before stepping inside an abandoned train car. Dust drifted through weak beams of light Old seats sat overturned while faded advertisements peeled from the walls Still…It was enclosed andDefensible.