The Falling Novel Novels & Stories

] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone] 5|Falling For My Husband ~ Mafia Romance 6| A Game With No Rules ~ Mafia Romance 7| HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Don't forget to follow me on lnstagram Castiel.Lj. xx 12.19.21

I haven't eaten anything yet, and it seems like the universe is against me finding the book. "Ouch!" I yell, hopping on one foot and clutching the other in my hands. A book - a large one at that - fell on my toe just as I was about to leave it on the shelf. Confirming my thoughts that the universe is against me today. I rub my sore toe, to ease the pain, and then lower my foot when it feels a bit better. I bend down and pick the novel to examine it, flipping it to the front because it had fallen with the front cover facing the ground

In court, when Elliot saw the once-confident girl now in such a miserable state, he felt a complicated mix of emotions. Yvette confessed everything. She had approached Elliot for his money. She had investigated the financial situation of Kline Creative and knew there was a large sum in the company's account. From the moment she joined the company, she had been planning how to steal that money. She had deliberately played the innocent to gain his trust. Deleting my files was part of her plan to create conflict between me and Elliot. She knew that only by making me leave the company could she fully manipulate him. The truth hit Elliot so hard that he passed out in court. He never imagined the

Wanting to entertain him even more, Bailey dug into the rope with extra force. I shouted with everything I had, hoping someone would hear me. Alas, the roaring wind was too loud. All I could do was slam myself against whatever parts of the wall I could reach, creating noise so the workers above would lower me further. It worked. Slowly, they lowered me toward the fifth floor. Unfortunately, by then, the safety rope had been cut so badly that it finally snapped in two. My body dropped instantly, just like a kite that had lost its string.

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

--- Controlled— --- But breaking at the edges. --- “You don’t get to choose that.” --- The response came softer now. --- Not mechanical. --- Not distant. --- “…It’s already chosen.” --- And that— --- Was the problem. --- Because the choice— --- Wasn’t about saving everything. --- It was about defining something. --- And everything else— --- Was falling away. --- The ground beneath Adrian gave out suddenly. --- A sharp crack— --- A collapse— --- And he dropped. --- “Adrian!” ---

The flickering lamplight cast long shadows across the room, mirroring the turmoil within Lena's heart. The evening stretched on, seemingly endless, as Lena remained motionless on the couch, lost in her thoughts and consumed by the rawness of her emotions. The tears continued to fall, each drop a testament to the shattered dreams and the love that had turned to ashes.

Not chaotic, but certain. I was falling, slowly, unexpectedly, and beautifully. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t want to stop.

Chapter 43 – Shadows Between Us The night was heavy with rain. It pressed against the small apartment windows, each drop tapping like impatient fingers. Abby sat curled on the couch, her hands resting over the soft curve of her belly. The air was warm from the heater but her chest still felt cold. She told herself she was fine. She told herself she didn’t need him. But every time the thunder rolled she thought of Edward’s voice and the way he used to hold her when storms came.

That night, sitting across from Viona as she absentmindedly recounted a story about her first day at Edenvale, I realized something that unsettled him deeply. "Damn..." I was falling. Not in a rush, not in chaos, but slowly, steadily, dangerously. I was falling for her-and I wasn't sure I wanted to stop.