The Fall Novels & Stories

When they entered the apartment―the scene of Ken lying on the couch with his eyes covered shocked them to lengths. "Ken??" Monroe questioned nearing towards the couch with creased brows. Roy's eyes found Ken's laptop wide open with the college forum's page. Roy quickly put down the bag and took the laptop to check. And as he thought, it was the list of candidates that failed the compulsory test. Kendrick Huntington―the name was on the twenty third row. Monroe patted Ken's biceps heavily but the latter didn't budge from his position and remained dead-like. "How did you fail?" Roy asked, putting the laptop away. He tossed his newly bought suit aside and joined Monroe to coax Ken to get up from

I have…” Raising a hand to still his next words, Stacy took the bouquet from Brown and tossed it in his face, she shook herself free of his hold, George was shocked” I am not some trophy you acquire for yourself, George. You only see me as beautiful because I am the queen bee of Dale High. And you think, a stupid quarterback like you can date me? What an insult! I am sorry Cage, what was that your name again? “ “George” downcast, he replied drunkenly, his perfect world of love crashing down.

Jasmine went flying into the basement falling down the stairs from the drawback force. Gabriel could sense she was in trouble and bit through the pain of lifting himself up. It was as if The Almighty himself was giving him strength because the Guild member holding him down looked worried as to how he was able to move him. A blast came from the corridor blasting through the walls as if a bomb exploded. The drawback knocked the Guild off of Gabriel then, causing him to worry for Jasmine.

He asks with his handsome smile. I nod. I’m falling. I’m falling. I’m falling. I’m falling. I’m falling.

Focus. Just focus. I straightened and kept moving. But the stairs ahead were steep. And dark. I carefully placed one foot down. Then the next. Then— My foot slid again. “Ahh!” This time I fell fully onto the steps. Pain shot lightly through my knee. I hissed quietly and pushed myself up. That’s one. I continued. Step. Step. Step— “Ah!” I slipped again. Second fall. This time my hand hit the stone. Not too hard.

“Already earned the title as Mrs. Stewart, huh? So that’s what he thinks about me.” Everything I had earned had not been given out of love at all. It had been paid for with one of my kidneys. All the strength drained from my body at once, and I collapsed to the floor. I fell into a miserable heap. Pain spread through my body. I did not even have the strength to get back up. When Johnson saw me, he quickly strode over and helped me to my feet. He rested his profound gaze on me and asked, “How did you fall? When did you get here?”

It grabbed Kael by the scruff of the neck. It ripped him off its tail. It held Kael up. It looked at the black wolf with disdain. Then it threw him. Kael sailed through the air. He did not land on the catwalk. He fell over the edge. Toward the lava. "KAEL!" I screamed. Time seemed to stop. I watched him fall. He was thrashing in the air. He hit a lower maintenance platform twenty feet down. He slammed into the metal grating with a sickening crunch. He did not move.

He held her close, but his arms trembled with doubt and uncertainty. “I…I don’t know how much longer I can hold on…” he murmured as his voice shook. Suddenly, the ground beneath them split open wide. The table lurched, tilted sharply; shards began sliding toward the gaping pit below where red light glimmered ominously. As the floor gave way, they could still hear the double's chilling voice behind them: “Fall again, fox. Fall until even she can’t find you.” Camela screamed as the pit grew wider. Vincent held her tightly in his arms.

She reached over the sheets, still warm on his side, and sighed. The Fall Festival had felt like something out of a dream. Cornstalks. Candied apples. Spontaneous dancing under string lights. And that kiss—God, that kiss. It had started out staged. But somewhere between the hand on her lower back and the way he said her name like it was a promise, it became real. Real enough that when the camera crew cheered and their photo was posted on the retreat’s social media with the caption “True Love Wins!”, Ivy felt a bolt of panic she couldn’t explain.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.