Falling Man

When We Fall is a second-chance romance about a love that never truly ends. Maya Lancaster had everything wealth, beauty, power, and a future carefully planned by her family. But the one thing she wanted most was the boy she loved in college. Ethan Cruz was different from her world quiet, proud, and hiding a heart that fell first and never recovered. When her powerful family tore them apart, Maya chose to let him go to protect him. Four years later, fate brings them together again in the most unexpected way. Maya is now a successful CEO. Ethan is a respected surgeon, and the man she never stopped loving. As old feelings resurface and buried wounds reopen, Maya and Ethan must decide if love is worth risking everything again. With family pressure, unspoken pain, and undeniable chemistry standing between them, When We Fall is a story of young love, heartbreak, and the kind of connection that time can’t erase. Some loves don’t fade. They wait.

Briar is a smart, determined, driven woman who only has one goal in life, finding the ones responsible for taking her brother away from her. This leads her to become a detective who finds herself slowly becoming acquainted with the underworld, a place filled with crime, drugs, sex, and Ciaran O'Reilly, a cold-blooded monster who kills for fun. After their first meeting he warns her to never appear in front of him again, otherwise, he would claim her, after all, she is his mate, the one destined to him, made for him, and the one that he can never hope to have. But fate has other plans for the star-crossed lovers. Plans that continue to bring them together and eventually intertwine them in order to stay alive. Will Briar and Ciaran be able to ignore the bond that they share, or will they risk it all for the thrill of their lust? Read Falling Into Ruin to find out!

Three years after my fiancé fell off a cliff while on a sketching trip in the mountains, I walked straight into his solo art exhibition by accident. And there he was, the man I hadn’t been able to forget for a single day, gently adjusting the scarf around a young woman’s neck. Every wall around us was filled with portraits he once promised he would only ever paint for me. Yet now, every single one of them was of her. Beside me, Timothy Hansen, his closest friend, the one who had helped me handle the aftermath back then, grabbed my arm. “Lexie, don’t do anything rash. Ethan had his reasons. He was rescued by Jane after the fall. He hit his head and lost his memory. It wasn’t on purpose that he didn’t come back.” I gave a wry smile. “So he lost his memory. Did you lose yours, too? If Ethan was alive all this time, why didn’t you bring him back? You watched me spend the last three years drowning in pain, surviving on sleeping pills. Was that entertaining for you?” Timothy said nothing. He didn’t even dare to look at me. Meanwhile, the girl—Jane Green—shrank back, hiding behind Ethan like a frightened animal. Then, Ethan finally looked at me, his expression cold and distant. “Ms. William, I didn’t come back because I didn’t want to. Jane is the one I love. As for the past, since I don’t remember it, just think of it as something from a past life.”

As the only expert in the world capable of rescue dives below 3,000 feet, I received a once-in-a-lifetime salvage contract worth tens of millions of dollars. I had dived in those same waters over a decade ago. My son's research submersible had been damaged on the ocean floor. After his oxygen ran out, he suffocated in the dark. The grief nearly destroyed me. My husband, Griffin Lattimer, held me through it, staying by my side through countless miserable nights. I found out later that he had personally redirected the only rescue vessel capable of reaching the depths our son was at to save his childhood friend's daughter. That girl had merely choked on a mouthful of water in the shallows. I divorced Griffin and threw myself into deep-sea salvage like a woman possessed, diving over and over until I knew the undercurrents of those waters better than I knew my own home. I never wanted another child to die the way mine did. Today brought the same stretch of ocean, the same crushed hull, the same depleted oxygen, and the same impossible odds. When I opened the client's file, I went completely still. I recognized the name and face inside instantly. I would never forget either of them for as long as I lived. I smiled and slid the folder back across the table to my partner. "I can't take this one."

It's already passed 10pm when she walk along the narrow street to go home from somewhere. While she's walking on the side walk, she suddenly passed on a strange nearby abandoned building near the rainforest not too far from where she is. She stopped from walking when she notice that there was something different on the sky, she didn't know if she was just hallucinating or she just saw a light from it. But in a moment of realization, there was really a light on the sky that opened which she can't bear to stare. It's so painful in the eyes and it's really glamorous. A moment later, the light was vanished and there was a faint cry. The cry bacame louder until she notice that it was a voice of a man. A man who obviously suffering from the most painful thing. She composed herself from what she just saw earlier as she started to walk slowly to the direction where she heard the cry. Her legs brought her at the back of the abandoned building when she heard a heavy breathing behind the big tree as her heart begin to pound. "Is anybody here?" She said as she walk closer to the big tree, when she felt something who passed through her. She didn't recognize if what was it because it was too fast. When she reach the big narra tree, she took a peek on it that made her heart pound more. There was nothing behind the big tree but a blood on the ground with a soaked silky gray beautiful feathers.

Roy Blanche dosen't do love and cares less about how others view him. But a chance encounter with a freshman of his college, Jeremy Dahl, changes everything. Jeremy can evoke the long dormant emotions in Roy and hence Roy has started thinking otherwise. You know it, the feeling of being in love, just beautiful. [Written during my teenage years. Excuse the imperfections. Happy Reading.]