The Falling Anna Todd Novels & Stories

"How long you last here depends on your performance, Ms. Tsindoli. I don't tolerate mediocrity." I nod. "Yes sir." "You can leave now." I can? The dismissal is too abrupt, so it takes a few seconds to sink. When it does, I shoot from the chair. "I'll do my best, sir. Have a great day," I say. He nods, waving me off with his hand. I turn and head to the door, hands clasping my bag. Bella would kill me if she knew how this turned out. I- I cut off my stream of thought when my ankle suddenly twists and I go flying forward, facing the door. I barely have time to process what's happening, and the bag I'm holding keeps me from reaching out to support myself against the door before my face slams in

Sophia nods and puts a business card at the side of her table. “Call me when you need me,” she tells Anna. Anna nods and sinks further into the bed. Once she’s alone she gets out of bed and ventures to the kitchen. She finds organic, baked potato chips and dips. She takes those and a bottle of pure fruit juice and heads back to her bed. There’s a television there so she switches it on. There’s N*****x, YouTube TV, and other streaming sites available. She chooses to watch YouTube TV. She listens to stories of people narrating the time that their mothers threw them out of the house. She comes across a channel called Kenneth Senegal formerly known as HeFlawless. He does a story-time about the t

They watched the group enter with wary, unblinking stares, their silence heavier than any shout. Their leader rose slowly from the front pew. A woman, maybe twenty-five, with a jagged scar running across her throat like a brutal smile and a voice like gravel scraped over broken glass. “My name is Anna,” she said, her words carrying through the ruined nave. “I was one of Vance’s first victims. I was six when he took me. I escaped when I was fourteen. I’ve been building this network ever since… finding the others, giving them purpose, giving them revenge.”

She stumbled a little as I pushed her through the door, and a photograph slipped out of her pocket and fell to the floor. I picked it up. It was a signed photo, and something about the face tugged at my memory. Before the apocalypse, Anna had been a singer. She brightened immediately. "Do you want me to sign one for you too? Rhett used to come to all my shows back then." I frowned and turned the photo over. On the back was a picture of Anna and Rhett together. A date was printed in the corner. March 21, 2060. The world tilted. That was the day the apocalypse hit, the day we fled, and the day Ophelia fell into the fissure and never came back up.

Penelope scrolled through T*****r, soaking up the chaos. #AnnaMarieArrested #FallenAngel #JusticeForNora The comment section was pure carnage, and Penelope was loving every bit of it. She stretched her legs out on the coffee table, sighing contentedly. “You thought you could ruin me, Anna,” she said softly, eyes gleaming. “But now it’s your turn to burn.” Penelope’s smile deepened. “Oh, I pray you remain in that situation,” she whispered, lifting her glass again. “To Anna Marie, America’s fallen darling.”

I grabbed some sweats from the closet then headed to the bathroom to take a shower and remove all the makeup. When I got out of the bathroom, Nick was sat at the desk with Fallen in his hands. "This is a good book," he said as he looked up from the page. "It is. You should definitely watch the movie too, they really did the book justice," I answered with a smile. He beamed and gave me a boyish grin. "For you, I'll watch anything." I rolled my eyes with a small smile. "Are you coming downstairs with me?" I asked instead

On the day Howard and his new wife held their wedding, Monica disguised herself as a server and slipped into the venue. Then, in front of everyone, she rushed to the stage and slashed at them with a knife. Howard died at the scene from massive blood loss, while his wife was gravely injured and left unconscious. Monica didn't try to run. She was arrested on the spot when the police arrived. The whole family was shaken when the news broke. Aunt Lorelei fainted on the spot and had to be rushed to the hospital. I instinctively touched the spot on my chest where I had been stabbed in my last life.

I pleaded in a shaky voice, my knees suddenly felt weak, so I sat down, not minding that people were passing by and watching me. "Your mom collapsed and when the doctors examined her, they said she was getting worse and she had just a few weeks-" I didn't listen to the rest of what he had to say. I ran down the staircase as my chest tightened. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I kept pushing through the wind, running as fast as my little legs could carry me. Tears kept falling from my eyes but I didn't bother to clean them.

"Do not forsake yourself to the darkness. Our son needs you, now more than ever." But Anna paid him no heed, her eyes fixed upon the distant horizon as she cried out to the silent heavens above. "Forgive him," she begged, her voice a haunting echo in the stillness of the night. "Forgive our son, for he knows not the sins of his ancestors." And then, in a moment of reckless abandon, Anna stepped forward, her foot slipping upon the edge of the fence as she plummeted into the darkness below. “AHHH!!” she cried aloud as she fell off.

Her faith was already shattered, but now for sure it was eternally broken. Jasmine sat on her bed knees up in the silence staring blankly at the wall, drinking tequila straight out the bottle. Replay of her falling down the stairs and seeing Chelsea’s spirit lead her to her own battered and bruised body, seeing her face, knowing she failed. In her mind Chelsea was blaming her, walking zombielike towards her, hands out pointing at her. It was only in her head, but Jasmine covered her eyes by hiding her forehead in her knees rocking back and forth.