Novel & Cerita The Fallen Series By Thomas E Sniegoski

"You're never late. Not once, not even after that loss you're still crying about." "I'm not crying about anything." "Sure." He fell back into pace beside me, quieter than his usual volume. "You look like hell, Morrison. And not the usual hell you carry around like a personality trait. Worse than that." I didn't answer, mostly because I didn't have the energy to build a good lie fast enough. "You don't have to tell me anything," he said, surprising me with how plain it came out, none of the usual teasing edge to it. "I'm just saying I notice things too, even if Cole's the one everyone thinks does all the noticing."

“Don’t you dare try to explain this away like it’s some misunderstanding I’m too stupid to comprehend.” “Diana, please…” “Operation Pembroke Fall.” I picked up the plan, holding it between us like evidence at a trial. “Is that what I am to you? An operation?” “That was written months ago. Before I knew you. Before…” “Before what? Before you executed your plan perfectly? Before you made the desperate, neglected daughter fall in love with you exactly as you intended?” My voice was rising now, all the shock giving way to fury. “You studied me, Xander. You researched my vulnerabilities. You knew exactly which buttons to push.”

But the ache remained, heavy and constant. For Nora, it was the ache of exposure. She had let herself trust, let herself fall—then felt the sharp sting of judgment and scrutiny. For Jaden, it was a different ache entirely: the ache of caring, deeply, for someone who might not stay in his world long enough to be safe from the chaos. Meanwhile, shadows from the past began creeping back into their lives. A girl named Selene rumored to have been Jaden’s first heartbreak had started showing up again. Whispers suggested she wanted him back, that she was plotting or waiting for the perfect moment to reclaim her place in his life.

Marcel snaps to, dragging Jonesy away with him. Then I trot down the stairs into the dungeon to see how bad of shape Evelyn is in. The sight of her brings me to my knees, and I have to fight my wolf for control when all he wants to do is rip off Jonesy’s head with my bare teeth for what he’s done to my Evelyn.

The nurse, enticed by the bribe, reluctantly agreed to carry out Stephanie's nefarious scheme. With a wicked smile, Stephanie instructed the nurse to swap the newborn baby in Lena's room with a deceased male child, a macabre plan designed to further manipulate the unsuspecting couple. As Lena, exhausted from the labor, finally succumbed to sleep, unaware of the looming threat, the nurse seized the opportunity. She discreetly made her way to the neighboring ward, where a male baby lay, destined to be taken to the morgue. In the darkened corridors, the nurse's footsteps echoed with a chilling purpose.

The subterranean citadel was cold, its walls damp with the weight of forgotten wars. Ash Ravenspine stood in the center of the arena, his bare feet echoing on the stone floor as he lifted his arms to the ceiling. His body was a map of scars, each one a testament to the empire's relentless training. Every day, he erased his identity—carving fresh lines into his skin, molding his body into a weapon as sharp as his mind.

The scene was like a nightmare, and each step Carmela took was weighted with the growing dread that had been lurking in her heart. For hours, Clarissa had been struggling, her young body wracked with pain that seemed to worsen with each passing moment. Carmela had watched helplessly as her daughter’s once-lustrous tail—adorned with scales that glimmered under the soft light—began to deteriorate before her eyes. Now, the vibrant colors were fading, and scales were peeling off, revealing raw, red patches beneath. Every movement made Clarissa wince, her small, trembling frame barely able to handle the searing discomfort. Her pained cries cut through Carmela, making her feel every ounce of her d

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

Asher POV ​My name is Asher Steele. I am 29 years old; I am the Alpha of Crimson Blood Pack. I have the largest pack in the country. I don’t tolerate mistakes or half-ass shit. I run a tight ship and everyone in this pack knows it. ​“Alpha?” My Bata and best friend say as he knocks and pocks his head in with a scared look on his face. “Yes?” I say while looking up at him. “You know that mission you posted 4 days ago? Well let me say that whoever did it completed it and is already home and here’s your report and the victims are back and said that the girl was a badass and something along the lines of wanting you to go to her pack and thank her for saving them..” he says while trying to hide h