The Falling Merman Novel Novels & Stories

The ground rushed up to meet her, unforgiving. Her head struck hard. Darkness poured in like ink. Somewhere far away, a car screeched to a halt. A door slammed. Footsteps. Voices panicked, unfamiliar. “Oh my God, call 911!” “She’s not moving!” “Don’t touch her, don't touch her!” Nora didn’t hear them. Didn’t feel the rain that had started to fall lightly, speckling the pavement with cold dots. Didn’t know blood was pooling beneath her, dark against the road.

He was right, he never said he loved her books. We fell into a comfortable silence as we both got roped into the magical world of reading. I was deeply drawn to the world of fallen angels, love, betrayal and so much heartache that by the time I was halfway through the second book, tears were rolling down my face and I couldn't stop them. "What's wrong?" Nick asked as I sniffed. "This book, I can't believe that Luce and Daniel went through so much just so they could be together," I replied as I wiped my tears.

"The guy who yanked not only me out of the closet, but the hangers, shoe rack, and last season's wardrobe." ----–------- Author's Note Thank you for diving into this story with me! I wanted to give you a quick heads-up about one of our key characters, Kairos, who happens to be a merman. As a sea person, his world differs from ours, as is how he refers to specific concepts. He may use "mer terminology" when describing some objects, concepts, and experiences that might sound unfamiliar. But don’t worry, I will ensure you always know what he’s talking about.

The lines around his eyes let Lu know that he was smirking behind his coffee cup. “If we are?” Merrow asked, brushing back his white blonde hair as he studied the book in his hands. Flipping back to the cover, he looked at the models with a sigh of boredom. “It says it’s about mer-folk, but he does not look like one of ours.” “I think it’s supposed to be the girl.” Puca said, his grin deepening. “She has a tail.” “That’s not what we look like either,” Merrow said with a frown.

The speakers in the elevator shaft were emitting a low-frequency hum—the sound of the Empress initializing. "You're not an Empress," Caspian grunted, his fingers digging into the cold steel of the rail. "You're my wife. You're the woman who likes her coffee too black and cries at Leo’s drawings." By the time he reached the 40th floor, his hands were raw and bleeding. He paused, hanging over the abyss of the shaft, when he heard a metallic scraping above him. A Mercury Man was descending the cable. It didn't use hands; its limbs were fused to the steel, sliding down like a predatory spider. Its eyes were glowing solid violet.

This was probably what they used in tearing down the cloaking shield. A merman swam very close to her and peered into her eyes. His hair was long and it swirled around his face. He was so beautiful to look upon;charming blue eyes, a straight nose and shapely plump lips. Wide chiseled shoulders defined with muscles and a hard chest. His skin was flawless, toned a dark brown and alluring. He was the image of perfection. Serena knew stories about the great beauty of the mer creatures and how they could captivate and mesmerize those who hunted them before attacking them. She believed those stories now. She could feel herself drowning in the radiant beauty of the merman before her. Suddenly she s

It makes me realize how utterly powerless a human is compared to Hayden and that fighting back isn't an option—the merman is too muscular, too darn big, and carved from stone. "NO-NO-NO!" Nick struggles, kicking with his legs in the air as the merman lifts him higher from the ground. The man screams when he is held right above Hayden's sharp teeth. "I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG!" Nick screams in fright, and even so, I find myself stuck, mouth dry, and not a sound escaping me as I watch him disappear. Hayden swallows him whole, and then Nick is no more. Fear travels over my skin. I'm feeling chilled to the bone, and my lips part, but not a sound comes out as I stare up at Hayden, the merman who

This was simply a corporate deal to ensure the critical Saxon merger. And yet...a tiny, deceitful part of her couldn't quite suppress the reckless excitement at the possibility of becoming the sole fixation of such an immensely masculine guy, even if only for a short time. Damien evidently found great satisfaction in the art of conquest, whether it was corporate acquisitions or personal seductions. What if she let those walls down only for a moment? Would he detect her vulnerability and rush in for the kill like the apex predator he was? Isabel shook her head forcefully, pushing aside the distracting ideas. Idle fancies were a dangerous indulgence that she could not afford. Focusing on the u

I sighed and turned back to the mirror, brushing my hand gently against my necklace when something slipped from the table and landed on my lap, feeling the cold liquid instantly on my skin. “Holy shit!” Gabrielle cursed. My stomach dropped immediately. But for one terrifying second, neither of us moved. It was like someone froze time on us. Then my eyes dropped down slowly, too slowly, like I was scared to. I gasped loudly. My eyes went wide at the horrible sight of a thick streak of foundation spreading across the front of my white dress. Gabrielle was still frozen with her hand hovering over the bottle she'd accidentally knocked over with the brush. “No.” My voice was devastatingly low.

My stomach twisted in fear and anticipation, and for the first time, I questioned how far I had already fallen into him. The fog pressed closer that evening as I walked home, wrapping the city in a thick, suffocating blanket. Every shadow felt like eyes, every movement like footsteps trailing me. My breath came shallow, rapid, and I couldn’t help but glance behind me again and again. Then I felt it—the familiar pull, impossible to ignore, like a magnet in my chest. My heartbeat quickened, body alive with equal parts fear and longing. And there he was, emerging from the mist as if summoned by the tension in my pulse. His coat was damp, hair falling over his forehead, eyes smoldering with calm