Torment Movie Fallen 2 Novels & Stories

“Now you’ve fallen—you’ve lost everything you were meant to be—just because of me!” He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze full of love and quiet certainty. “Haven’t I fallen hard enough? Long before I lost my wings… I had already fallen completely for you. And that fall was far deeper, far more real, and far more permanent than anything else I could ever experience.”

Anything. What seemed to be perfume came into my grip and I smashed the fragile glass bottle onto his head, causing him to fall straight onto the ground. As a puddle of blood began to form on the marble tiles of my bedroom, coming from his head, I looked down at him with pure hate for the trauma he's caused me over the past decade. That's when I remembered. My sperm donor shitty excuse of a father, Zane, is supposed to be coming here from Italy any minute now. He was supposed to come to the house, probably to criticize my progress in training.

The force threw me up and I fell backwards onto the ground, hitting my head against the smooth tarmac. Everything stood still and the world became totally silent. I felt my breath slowly dying out. I felt warm blood running down my forehead to the road. My lungs were on fire like they were going to explode. It became dark around the corners of my vision until the darkness was all I saw. In split seconds, I was standing over my body. Still trying to comprehend what just happened, the strange black man from the previous night reappeared. This time, wearing a broad smile, with both hands outstretched, he declared.

“Look—I’m her mother. I know I don’t have the right to ask anything, but I’m not trying to hurt her. I just need to talk. One conversation, face to face.” A long silence followed. Tasha didn’t hang up. “She doesn’t talk about you,” she said finally, voice lower. “But I know who you are. And I know what happened.” Meekey closed her eyes. “Then maybe you know I didn’t want any of it. And that I paid more than enough.” “You didn’t just disappear,” Tasha said. “You left her in the fire. Alone. She got herself out. Don’t think for one second that didn’t leave marks.”

She staggered back, clutching her arm as blood trickled down her skin. The set erupted into chaos. Crew members rushed toward her, their faces pale with shock. “Someone call for help!” one assistant shouted, while others scrambled to assess the situation. “Olivia! Are you okay?” someone yelled, but the words felt muffled to her ears. The pain was sharp and immediate, sending waves of nausea through her. From the corner of her eye, she saw Marissa standing frozen, a look of disbelief on her face. It was as if she realized what she had done, but instead of concern, there was an unmistakable hint of satisfaction lurking beneath her expression.

I thought we were being followed at some point, but they would never catch us. We ran until we reached a clearing; I jumped into the middle, shifting back when I hit the ground. Tamisra's howls were replaced with my screams. Screams that came straight from the shattered pieces of my soul. The trees shook, and the ground trembled as my screams reached a crescendo, and then something within me snapped. Coldness. Frozen, black, and so cold that not even the fires of Tartarus could tame it overtook my body. Instead of it leaving me, it surrounded me. I opened my eyes and watched as a black tint clouded my vision. My despair turned to rage as I turned to the skies. The Heavens that held my birth

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.

“Completely. Twisted. Obsessed. All of it.” He smirked, dark and predatory, eyes smoldering. “Good. Because once you’re mine… there’s no turning back. And I… I’ve never wanted anything more than this. Than you. Than fire in the dark.” We stood there, wrapped in fog and shadow, hearts racing, desire tangled with obsession, danger pressing from every side. And I realized, terrifyingly and thrillingly, that we were already beyond redemption, beyond reason, beyond the world that had tried to keep us apart. We were lost—and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

I rushed over and saw the bloody figure on the stretcher. It was Tom. He was lucky enough to survive. Because of the height, the fall had some cushioning during the collapse, and several concrete slabs had formed a pocket around him. However, both his legs had been crushed beyond recognition. They looked like two broken branches buried in mud. Barbara was carried out as well. She was still wearing that bright red dress, though now it was stained black with dust. Her spine had twisted into a horrifying angle, and bloody foam spilled from her mouth.

He followed with a guttural shout, cock pulsing as he flooded her with hot cum, spilling deep inside. They slumped together, breaths ragged, his softening cock still buried in her. For a moment, the cold was forgotten, the bond humming with sated fury. But then the ground shuddered, a deep groan echoing through the shaft. Cracks spiderwebbed the walls, rocks tumbling. 'The hell—' Torin started, pulling out with a wet slide. But the floor gave way beneath Lyra, a chasm opening. She screamed as she fell, his hand grazing hers but missing. Darkness swallowed her whole, separating them in the collapsing mine.