We All Fall Down Book Novels & Stories

I drop the book in my arms to save myself. It takes me a second to realize I'm clutching his arms—his very solid, muscular arms. My nails are digging into his black work shirt. Focus, Nora. As I hold onto his arms and he still has his hand around my arm, we both slowly look down at the book, which has fallen on the floor between us with the soft pages down. It stays up in an awkward position for one second and slowly falls over, bending the cover page that is on the bottom. We both look at the book, and silence falls.

Hands searching for grip on the second shelf. Up one level. Then another. Three. Four. Five. Now he was high enough. His hand could reach The Little Prince. His fingers touched the book's spine with small triumph. But when he pulled the book out, there was resistance. The book was stuck between two other books packed tight. Junior pulled harder. The book came free suddenly. And the momentum made Junior lose his balance. He tried to grab the shelf to steady himself. But his hand slipped. His small body fell backward in horrifying slow motion.

Everything felt too real to be a dream, so I didn’t count it as one, but I just wished everything could go back in time to when the De Luca Mafia family had no business with my papa. “If it were that easy to give into unconsciousness, I would be long dead.” After his reply, I clamped my mouth shut and watched silently, trying so fucking hard not to look at the dead body moving slightly towards my legs. Oh my God! I thought I was seeing things at first, until the fingers of one of the Italian mobs reached out to grab my leg. “Get off me!” I screamed, my voice strained as he dragged me to the ground by the ball gown.

⸻ Final Lines That night, after the dishes were done and the lights were low, they curled into each other beneath the quilt Adrian’s mother had given them. Outside, the world moved on as always—quiet winds, shifting seasons, rain coming in the morning. Inside, they stayed still. Not because they were finished falling. But because for the first time in their lives, falling finally felt like home.

She fell against him as pain washed through her once more. A gurgled cry came from Marcus as he jumped to his feet, the bindings and the chair still attached. Hatred glared through his eyes as he aimed his attack toward Simon. Just as Marcus plowed into the other man, Isabelle fell to the floor. Simon grasped Marcus and pushed him backwards. As he hit the ground, the chair broke in pieces, yet the bindings secured his movements. Shouts from outside stopped them all and they turned toward the window. The voices grew closer. Isabelle’s heartbeat quickened, hoping someone came to rescue them. Then fear covered her momentary excitement knowing Napoleon’s soldiers would kill them.

My grin stretches. Almost immediately, I hear the very much expected commotion break outside. Panicked voices and someone who's clearly Hunter grunting in pain. Well well. Seems like the allergy pills dissolved much faster in his orange juice than I expected. Ignoring the commotion outside, I focus on changing into a fitted black shirt and tailored pants. Running a hand through my hair, I head downstairs. Sydney and her mother are talking in the hallway. Worry fills Sydney’s voice. “Is it really that bad?”

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.

It felt eternal. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the campus. They walked hand in hand, hearts lighter, spirits soaring. Their journey hadn’t been easy, but it had been theirs. Every kiss, every tear, every heartbreak had led to this: a love built on trust, forgiveness, and the courage to begin again. And as they reached the corner where it had all started, Nora whispered, “I never imagined falling could feel like this.” Jaden smiled, brushing a stray curl from her face. “Neither did I,” he admitted. “But now I can’t imagine anything else.”

Ashton’s face showed a flicker of concern as he reached out to help me, but he said dismissively, “It’s just a fall. You’ll be fine.” That was when one of the girls screamed, “Blood! There’s so much blood on the floor!”

What is he, then? She thought about the bench. The river. The way he'd said you're the first person who came back. I don't know yet. That's what you always say. Because it's always true. What are you going to do about it? She set the phone down. The room was quiet. She stood up. Walked to the shelf. Pulled out his book. The Falling. She opened it to the first page. He knew he was going to fall before he hit the ground.