The Fallen Series By Gabrielle Sands Novels & Stories

Her baby kicked gently, as if sensing her heartbreak. Lucian stood alone in the snow. Watching the woman he was falling in love with disappear into the night. ****** The Apartment That Doesn’t Feel Safe Anymore The penthouse was too quiet, too large and too cold. Too filled with the ghost of Lucian’s presence. Elara sat on the edge of the bed Marek escorted her to, hands trembling, her mind replaying Damien’s words over and over. He killed someone for you. A good man. Someone you trusted.

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

“Gabi? Hon?” It was all coming back to her now: being grabbed from behind, lifted clear off her feet. Trying to loosen the arm around her throat that was squeezing all her breath out of her body. The foul whispers in her ear, telling her what The Fallen Angels were going to do to her before they finally took pity on her, and killed her slowly. As soon as she heard the name of the MC, she knew that she was in even more trouble than she’d first thought. The kind of trouble that she was now positive only one man could help her with.

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

The demon let out softly to the other, "Don't worry. Everything will fall into place soon." ~~~ to be continued ~~~ PS: sorry for the late update... I broke my good wrist and wasn't able to type for the last few months.

What wish would possibly fix this shit heap? “I – I wish that Rose was never born a Fallen.” I said, hoping I don’t regret this decision. “Hmm. Interesting choice. Very well.” Gabriel said before clapping dramatically. I felt my body free fall, and everything turned black.

The control she had always relied on was faltering. Gabriel’s presence loomed in her mind, even though he wasn’t there. She could still see the intensity in his eyes, hear the low, measured tones of his voice. The calm fury that didn’t shout but cut deeper than any scream. And the children. Sandra’s innocent question. The way Gabriel had simply walked out, leaving her to face the consequences of her own pride. Prisca’s hands shook. She tried to push the thoughts away, to remind herself she still had power. But it was slipping. Like sand through fingers she couldn’t grasp.

I said inwardly,and he buried my head in my palms 🎀 Gabriella's POV 🎀 It's been three hours now ,and have been standing in the hot sun. My body hurts from the fall,but I'm scared to leave the only job I have.. I was still in thoughts, when the prince appeared "Let's go" he said ,and we entered the vehicle... "When we get home , take a bath cause you stink" he said ,and I smelled myself,but I didn't perceive any odour ✨Lucy's POV ✨

But he really touched Sandy. She closed her eyes tightly, not knowing how to face him. Lewis had his own difficulties. But she was the victim. This was not something glorious either, like Renata, who would drag her down even if she died. Gabrielle thought drowsily, but her head really hurt, it hurt so much. Her temples throbbed. Now she was the only one trapped. What should she do? She needed someone to pull her out. She fell asleep, dazed, and someone was calling her name.

Blood poured from the wound in his back, dark and thick, staining his shirt like ink spilled from a shattered bottle. I caught him before he hit the stone floor. His weight folded into me, heavier than I remembered, like the life was already ebbing out of him. Gabriella dropped to her knees beside us, hands trembling, eyes wide with disbelief. Her voice caught in her throat as she tried to speak, but no words came out—just a gasp, choked and broken. Vandel stood across the room, still holding the smoking gun. His face was stone. No regret. No hesitation. Only hatred.