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08/12/ · Fallen PDF book by Lauren Kate Read Online or Free Download in ePUB, PDF or MOBI eBooks. Published in December 8th the book become immediate popular and ABOUT Fallen Book 1 Lauren Kate pdf Free Download Lauren Kate’s Fallen is a young adult supernatural-romance novel that falls into the “New Adult” category. It tells the story of Luce Spread your wings and cry as bad boy dark angel Cam finally reveals his anguished heart in the epic FALLEN novel, UNFORGIVEN. Read less. Lauren Kate Fallen Series Epub Free View Details. Loading The Fallen Sequence (Fallen; Torment; Passion) PDF book by Lauren Kate (Fallen ) Read Online or Free Download in ePUB, PDF or MOBI eBooks. Published in 0 the book become ... read more

Lauren Kate. User: Teena Flores-Alcantara. Rating: 1 Thanks! Book: Ebook. User: someone Please Login or Register to write comments or use smm accounts. The site is set up for educational purposes. We respect copyright and give users the opportunity to get to know the world literature and communicate also. More details about us. sign in. Passwod Reset New account. Log in. Menu New Books Free Books Top Books Authors Browse News Contact Us Tutorial Send Idea Add book Help. Find A book. He's the one bright spot in a place where cell phones are forbidden, the other students are all screw-ups, and security cameras watch every move. Even though Daniel wants nothing to do with Luce--and goes out of his way to make that very clear--she can't let it go. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, she has to find out what Daniel is so desperate to keep secret. even if it kills her. do you like this book?

Advertising Download Read Online. Share Us. Fallen Fallen 1 Author: Lauren Kate Category: Young Adult Fantasy Series: Fallen Total pages: 49 Start Reading Page List Share this Book Copy Link. Link Copied to Clipboard. Please like this FB page. Fallen Fallen 1. Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Page 4. Page 5. A fireplace with a brick hearth lay along one wall. There were long wooden tables lit by old-fashioned green lamps, and aisles of books that went on farther than she could see. The sound of her boots was hushed by a thick Persian carpet as Luce wandered past the entryway. A few students were studying, none that Luce knew by name, but even the more punky-looking kids seemed less threatening with their heads bent over books. She neared the main circulation desk, which was a great round station at the center of the room. She was rooting through some paperwork with the energy of someone panning for gold.

Her head popped up as Luce approached. Her hair was not gray but silver, with a kind of brilliance that sparkled even in the soft library light. Her face looked old and young at the same time. She had pale, almost incandescent skin, bright black eyes, and a tiny, pointed nose. When she spoke to Luce, she pushed up the sleeves of her white cashmere sweater, exposing stacks and stacks of pearl bracelets decorating both of her wrists. Luce felt instantly at ease with this woman, and glanced down at the nameplate on her desk. Sophia Bliss. She wished she did have a library request. But she was just here wandering around and then she remembered what Roland Sparks had said.

Could you tell me where the east wing is? A pleasure to meet you, Luce. She glanced up. Not here. Let me just have this one place. When the shadows came and went, Luce was never sure exactly where they ended up—or how long they would be gone. Something was different. In fact, she felt a little bit flushed. And then her eyes fell on Daniel. The sleeves of his worn leather jacket were pushed up around his elbows, and his blond hair glowed under the lights. His shoulders were hunched over, and yet again, Luce had an instinct to fold herself into them. She shook it from her head and stood on tiptoe to get a better look at him. Their only communication so far had included one middle finger and a couple of dirty looks. Yet for some reason, it felt very important to her that she find out what was on that sketchpad. Then it hit her. The briefest flash of it came back to her all of a sudden. She leaned up against a curtained window in an unfamiliar room.

The only other person there was a man or a boy— she never got to see his face. He was sketching her likeness on a thick pad of paper. Her hair. Her neck. The precise outline of her profile. She stood behind him, too afraid to let him know she was watching, too intrigued to turn away. Luce jerked forward as she felt something pinch the back of her shoulder, then float over her head. The shadow had resurfaced. It was black and as thick as a curtain. The pounding of her heart grew so loud that it filled her ears, blocking out the dark rustle of the shadow, blocking out the sound of her footsteps. His focus settled calmly outside the window. The heat inside her grew stronger. She was close enough now that she felt like he must be able to feel it coming off her skin. As quietly as she could, Luce tried to peer over his shoulder at his sketchpad.

For just a second, her mind saw the curve of her own bare neck sketched in pencil on the page. But then she blinked, and when her eyes settled back on the paper, she had to swallow hard. It was a landscape. Daniel was drawing the view of the cemetery out the window in almost perfect detail. Luce had never seen anything that made her quite so sad. It was crazy—even for her—to have expected her bizarre intuition to come true. There was no reason for Daniel to draw her. She knew that. But he had. His full lips were set in a straight line and his gray eyes looked dull.

She and Daniel were standing in a tiny gallery of bronze busts of war heroes, glass cases filled with old promissory notes and Confederate maps. Luce was tongue-tied and embarrassed and what she would have liked to do was escape. But then, there were the shadows, still lurking nearby, and for some reason Luce felt better about them when she was next to Daniel. It made no sense—like there was anything he could do to protect her from them. She was stuck, rooted to her spot. He glanced up at her and sighed. Without thinking, she shook her head roughly. Maybe she could explain that she was feeling a little light- headed and just needed to sit down for a minute. When he pushed past, his shoulder brushed hers. Even as brief as the touch was, even through their layers of clothes, Luce felt a shock of static. For a second, Daniel stood still, too. They turned their heads to look back at each other, and Luce opened her mouth. But before she could speak, Daniel had turned on his heel and was walking quickly toward the door.

Luce watched as the shadows crept over his head, swirled in a circle, then rushed out the window into the night. FOUR GRAVEYARD SHIFT Ahhh, Tuesday. Waffle day. For as long as Luce could remember, summer Tuesdays meant fresh coffee, brimming bowls of raspberries and whipped cream, and an unending stack of crispy golden brown waffles. Even this summer, when her parents started acting a little scared of her, waffle day was one thing she could count on. She could roll over in bed on a Tuesday morning, and before she was aware of anything else, she knew instinctively what day it was. Luce sniffed, slowly coming to her senses, then sniffed again with a little more gusto. No, there was no buttermilk batter, nothing but the vinegary smell of peeling paint. She rubbed the sleep away and took in her cramped dorm room. She sat up to look out the window. She never woke up this early. Truthfully, something about sunrise-watching as an activity had always made her nervous.

It was the waiting moments, the just- before-the-sun-snapped-over-the-horizon moments, sitting in the darkness looking out across a tree line. Prime shadow time. Luce sighed an audibly homesick, lonely sigh, which made her even more homesick and lonely. What was she going to do with herself for the three hours between the crack of dawn and her first class? Crack of dawn—why did the words ring in her ears? She was supposed to be at detention. She scrambled out of bed, tripping over her still-packed duffel bag, and yanked another boring black sweater from the top of a stack of boring black sweaters. She was out of breath when she reached the waist-high, intricately sculpted wrought iron gates of the cemetery.

She was choking on the overwhelming smell of skunk cabbage and feeling far too alone with her thoughts. Where was everyone else? She glanced down at her watch. It was already six-fifteen. She stood at the threshold, where the gritty asphalt of the parking lot gave way to a mangled lot full of weeds. She spotted a lone dandelion, and it crossed her mind that a younger Luce would have pounced on it and then made a wish and blown. The delicate gates were all that divided the cemetery from the parking lot. Pretty remarkable for a school with so much barbed wire everywhere else. Luce ran her hand along the gates, tracing the ornate floral pattern with her fingers.

The gates must have dated back to the Civil War days Arriane was talking about, back when the cemetery was used to bury fallen soldiers. When the school attached to it was not a home for wayward psychos. When the whole place was a lot less overgrown and shadowy. It was strange—the rest of the campus was as flat as a sheet of paper, but somehow, the cemetery had a concave, bowl-like shape. From here, she could see the slope of the whole vast thing before her. Row after row of simple headstones lined the slopes like spectators at an arena. But toward the middle, at the lowest point of the cemetery, the path through the grounds twisted into a maze of larger carved tombs, marble statues, and mausoleums. Probably for Confederate officers, or just the soldiers who came from money. But from here, the sheer weight of them seemed to drag the cemetery down, almost like the whole place was being swallowed into a drain.

Footsteps behind her. Luce whirled around to see a stumpy, black-clad figure emerge from behind a tree. She had to resist the urge to throw her arms around the girl. Luce had never been so glad to see anyone— though it was hard to believe Penn ever got detentions. I never get detention. If Luce squinted, she could just make out a group of black figures clustered around its base. Part of her wanted to ask Penn to show her the way. From up here, it looked like a labyrinth, and Luce did not want to get lost in the cemetery. Suddenly, she got that nervous, far-away-from-home feeling, and she knew it was only going to get worse in there. She cracked her knuckles, stalling. Then she hurried down the slope into the heart of the cemetery. She tore past the rows of plain headstones. At one point they must have been upright, but by now they were so old that most of them tipped over to one side or the other, giving the whole place the look of a set of morbid dominoes.

She slopped in her black Converse sneakers through puddles of mud, crunched over dead leaves. By the time she cleared the section of simple plots and made it to the more ornate tombs, the ground had more or less flattened out, and she was totally lost. She stopped running, tried to catch her breath. If she calmed down, she could hear voices. Tross—the Albatross. Behind the Albatross were Arriane, Molly, and Roland, scattered around a circle of plinths that all faced a large central statue of an angel. Compared to the rest of the statues, this one seemed newer, whiter, grander. which made her think about what Daniel might look like when he was sleeping which made her blush so intensely that by the time her eyes made their way down from his hairline to his eyes, she was thoroughly humiliated.

By then he was glaring at her. Tross said, dragging a finger across her throat. You can think about that for the next two hours while you work. Pair up. You know the drill. But then, after a torturous minute, a fifth student stepped into view around the corner of the mausoleum. His black V-neck T-shirt fit close around his broad shoulders. He stood almost a foot taller than Roland, who moved aside as Cam pushed past and walked toward Luce. His eyes were glued to her as he strode forward, moving smoothly and confidently, as at ease in his reform school garb as Luce was ill at ease. Part of her wanted to avert her eyes, because it was embarrassing the way Cam was staring at her in front of everyone. But for some reason, she was mesmerized. Arriane cocked her head expectantly. Luce swallowed. Was he going to come out and say he wanted her, too? Serve detention in a group of three? Luce followed, clinging to Arriane, who wordlessly handed her a rake.

Do you want the avenging angel, or the fleshy embracing lovers? Instead, she glanced overhead to find herself flanked by two giant statues. The one closer to her looked like a Rodin. A nude man and woman stood tangled in an embrace. But now it was hard to look at the embracing lovers without thinking of Daniel. Who hated her. Over here. It might have been an interesting piece, back in the day when it was first carved. But now it just looked old and dirty, covered in mud and green moss. Terrified of looking like she was asking for more trouble from Ms. Tross, Luce starting working her rake across the base of the statue. She tried to clear away what seemed like an endless pile of damp leaves. Three minutes later, her arms were killing her. This was brutal. Luce totally hated her life right now. Then a tease of sunlight finally filtered through the trees, and suddenly there was color in the graveyard. Luce felt instantly lighter. She could see more than ten feet in front of her. She could see Daniel working side by side with Molly.

The airy feeling disappeared. She looked at Arriane, who shot her a this-blows sympathy glance but kept working. Arriane put a finger to her lips but motioned for Luce to climb up next to her. They were standing close to each other, leaning on their rakes and having a conversation that Luce desperately wished she could hear. Do you think Roland and Chester the Molester are friends? Kinda fresh. Get it? What the hell did you do to get in here, anyway? She hopped down and went back to attacking the moss at the base of the statue. Unfortunately, Arriane was intrigued. And part of Luce badly wanted to be able to talk to someone. It had been such a long, stifling summer with her parents. She sighed, resting her forehead on the handle of her rake.

She would just as soon have forgotten them, but the longer Arriane stared her down, the clearer the words grew, and the closer they came to the tip of her tongue. I made it out What I could remember— what I told the judge, anyway—I guess they thought I was crazy. And for a second, her face looked really sincere. Then it changed back into its smirk. And everyone knows you need a good pyro to pull off any reform school prank worth the effort. We should all collaborate sometime. Now it was only a matter of minutes before word traveled around the cemetery to Daniel. Alone again, she looked up at the statue. The whole project felt so pointless. She doubted anyone ever came to visit this place anyway.

She also doubted that any of the other detainees were still working. Her eye just happened to fall on Daniel, who was working. He was very diligently using a wire brush to scrub some mold off the bronze inscription on a tomb. Luce quickly shook her head. Where had that come from? She had no idea what it meant. It was the kind of phrase that sometimes formed in her mind just before she drifted into sleep. Senseless babble she could never assign to anything outside her dreams. But here she was, wide- awake.

She needed to get a handle on this Daniel thing. Molly rolled her eyes. Then walking straight at her. She knew the sun had gone behind a cloud. If she could break his stare, she could look up and see it for herself. Almost like Daniel was creating his own light, like he was blinding her. A hollow ringing noise filled up her ears, and her knees began to tremble. But it was too late to play it cool. Finding nothing. She cracked her knuckles. Daniel cupped his hand over hers. His hand on hers had been so fleeting, yet she felt her face flush. He meant it was a pet peeve of his, that knuckle cracking from anyone would bother him, right? He barely knew her. Daniel tilted his head from side to side, seeming to consider this. But the panic was rising inside her. She wanted to run. What if she got lost in the cemetery? Daniel followed her gaze toward the sky. Daniel took a step toward her.

He was now less than a foot away. She held her breath. She kept her body completely still. She waited. But Luce was completely out of sorts. Her brow was damp with sweat, and she squeezed her temples between two fingers, trying to regain possession of her body, trying to take it back from his control. She was totally unprepared to flirt back. That was, if what he was doing was actually flirting. She took a step back. Luce backed up again, farther this time. She practically slammed into the base of the statue, and could feel the gritty stone foot of the angel scraping her back. A second, darker, colder shadow whooshed over them. She could have sworn Daniel shivered along with her. And then the deep groan of something heavy startled them both. Luce gasped as the top of the marble statue teetered over them, like a tree branch swaying in the breeze. For a second, it seemed to hover in the air. Luce and Daniel stood staring at the angel. Both of them knew it was on its way down.

His other hand covered her head and forced her down just as the statue toppled over them. It landed with a massive crash—headfirst in the mud, with its feet still resting on the plinth, leaving a little triangle underneath, where Daniel and Luce crouched. Between their bodies and the statue, there were only a few inches of space. All she could do was nod. His eyes narrowed. There was a scraping against her back and then a waft of air. She saw the flicker of daylight again. The detention crew stood gaping, except for Ms. Tross, who was glaring, and Cam, who helped Luce to her feet. You must have been so terrified. He just walked away. Tross asked. The next thing I knew, the statue just fell over. Its head had cracked straight down the middle. She started muttering something about forces of nature and old stones.

It was far from private, but at least no one else was loafing around. But for fifteen minutes, Luce was trying hard to push all that out of her mind, to soak up every blissfully frantic word her best friend could spit out in the allotted time. Or that maybe they stuck you in solitary in one of those straitjackets where you have to chew through your sleeve to scratch your face. She could just picture Callie in her dorm room at Dover, pacing her bright orange area rug, with Oxy smeared over her t-zone and pedicure foam separating her still-wet fuchsia toenails. What are the other kids like? Are they all scary and popping diuretics like in the movies? What about your classes? Luce closed her eyes and tried to picture the shot in her mind. It was wonderful. Thinking about Daniel for, oh, the eightieth time that day, she realized that the only parallel between her life and Roman Holiday was that she and Audrey both had a guy who was aggressively rude and uninterested in them.

Luce rested her head against the beige linoleum of the cubby walls. Someone had carved the words BIDING MY TIME. Under normal circumstances, this would be when Luce would spill everything about Daniel to Callie. And Callie was big on guys making an effort to show they were worthy of you. Luce would come up severely short on things to say about Daniel. Luce cleared her throat. I can dig it. Start from the beginning. I told you the cropped cut made you look like Audrey. Get to the good stuff. The sound of footsteps in the lobby silenced her.

Cam was walking toward her. Speak of the devil. She swallowed the horrifically lame words on the tip of her tongue: He gave me his guitar pick. She still had it tucked in her pocket. But the blackon-black look worked for him, just as much as it worked to make Luce look like a grocery store checkout girl. Cam was twirling a golden pocket watch that swung from a long chain looped around his index finger. Luce followed its bright arc for a moment, almost mesmerized, until Cam clapped the face of the watch to a stop in his fist. He looked down at it, then up at her. She and Callie had barely said fifteen words to each other— how could her fifteen minutes already be up? Have you replaced me already with some reform school cutter?

What about the boy? He was already halfway out the door. And unlike a lot of the people at this school, Cam had been nothing but nice to her. The phone itself had been rigged to cap each call at fifteen minutes. Now she saw the tiny timer blinking on its base. His dark eyebrows were still arched. and then freeze. His unexpected closeness had made her heart pick up. until she realized Cam was only kidding. She blushed and took a stab at joking back. Frozen next to Cam, Luce suddenly shivered as something black swooped into the hall. The shadow seemed to hopscotch across the panels in the ceiling in a very deliberate way, blacking out one and then the next and then the next. It was never good to be alone with someone—especially someone as focused on her as Cam was at the moment—when the shadows arrived. She could feel herself twitching, trying to appear calm as the darkness swirled around the ceiling fan in a dance.

That alone she could have endured. She wished Cam would just stop looking at her. She wished something would happen to divert his attention. She wished— Daniel Grigori would walk in. And then he did. Saved by the gorgeous boy wearing holey jeans and a holier white T-shirt. Daniel actually looked kind of wrecked. His blond hair drooped over his eyes, and when they settled on Luce and Cam, Luce watched them narrow. It was like someone had taken a vacuum and cleared out all the grit from the hall. When Luce looked at Cam, he was watching Daniel. Having a little party in my room tonight after Social. Luce had no idea what this Social thing was, but she was supposed to meet Penn beforehand.

They were supposed to walk over together. Luce had barely enough to time to make it upstairs to her room, to slick on lip gloss and her better jeans just in case it was that kind of social. She was still trying to slow her breath down from her run-in with Cam and Daniel when Penn barged into her room to drag her back out the door. a dance or something? Arriane hooted. Sticky predicky. Joe Versus the Volcano? Arriane shot Luce a baffled look. His nose was buried deep inside a thick book, and he was surrounded by the few remaining empty chairs in the room.

Luce chuckled. Then she looked past, almost through, Luce. She pushed Luce into one seat, claimed the safe spot next to her still two seats down from Mr. Cole , and patted the hot seat. He started toward them, swallowing. No sooner had he fumbled into the seat than Mr. You see, the Venn diagram is a very useful tool for Arriane shrugged and produced a giant bag of popcorn from her carpetbag. She thought about her abbreviated dish session on the phone with Callie, and how her friend always said that watching a movie with a guy was the best way to get to know things about him, things that might not come out in a conversation. Looking at Cam, Luce thought she knew what Callie meant: There would be something sort of thrilling about glancing out of the corner of her eye to see what jokes Cam thought were funny, to join his laughter with her own.

When his eyes met hers, Luce felt an embarrassed instinct to look away. It made her feel remarkably unabashed about being caught staring. Daniel rolled in with Roland, late enough that Randy had already taken a head count, late enough that the only remaining seats were on the floor at the front of the room. He passed through the beam of light from the projector and Luce noticed for the first time a silver chain around his neck, and some sort of medallion tucked inside his T-shirt.

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