Fable of Happiness (Fable #2) Read Online Pepper Winters

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Fable of Happiness (Fable #2)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Pepper Winters
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	B095NPLZTK
Book Information:
From New York Times Bestseller, Pepper Winters, comes the second book in Kas and Gem’s twisted romance. A valley full of secrets. A history full of nightmares. A man who cannot be saved. And a woman who holds his very life in her hands. Strange how the villain of a story can so easily become the victim. Utter lunacy to think the captive might now become the caregiver. Gemma has a decision to make. Her life or his. Follow her heart, even when it’s screaming at her to run? Or turn her back on the man who could become her everything? Please note, this is a dark romance and not suitable for people with triggers. The content is dark and not for the faint of heart. Please take this warning seriously. Full length book. Second book of the Fable of Happiness Trilogy.
Books in Series:	Fable Series by Pepper Winters
Books by Author:	Pepper Winters

“Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distance days into your answers.”

Rainer Maria Rilke

PROLOGUE

WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED that the victim could become the villain?

That one choice could derail not just one life but two. And not just derail but cause a catastrophic annihilation—an annihilation neither party could survive.

All I wanted was to go home.

I’d fought for that. Schemed for that.

And when I’d finally earned it...I had to make the hardest choice imaginable.

I was the reason he fell off that cliff.

He was the reason I turned my back on my freedom.

CHAPTER ONE

SOMEONE, ONCE UPON A time, said life flashed before the eyes of a person about to die.

I had news for that guy.

It didn’t.

My life never flashed before my eyes when I’d been denied oxygen in some sick sex game. It never flashed when I’d been beaten into unconsciousness by Storymaker.

And it didn’t flash with my fondest moments as I lost my footing and fell off the cliff.

Maybe it was because I had no fond memories.

Perhaps I’d spent too long erasing my life that it honored my wishes to remain forgotten in my final seconds.

Or maybe...maybe, I was never meant to have a life at all.

Death had shadowed me since I was born.

It’d been the reason I had no childhood, why I’d been a slave, and why, when I’d finally found someone who had the power to affect me, I was about to die.

The Grim Reaper had finally found me.

Down.

Down.

Down.

Trees whacked me, rocks pummelled me, air carried me to the end.

Twisting, turning, a rag doll with no direction.

I didn’t fight it. I stayed limp, accepting, ready.

I let pain explode and bruises bloom.

I closed my eyes on the falling blur.

Three things I thought of before the ground caught me.

One, I’d honored my promise and kept my Fable family safe.

Two, I was glad, glad I no longer had to fight.

And three...

Well, three was the only wince in my entire death experience.

It was about her.

Gemma.

Brave, tenacious, beautiful, and strong.

She was the reason my end had come.

She’d cursed me, and now she was free.

Hatred existed between us, lust and need, confusion and fear.

But the simple fact was if life had been kinder, if I had been less of what I was and more of what she deserved, things might have worked out differently.

If I was braver.

If I was saner.

If I hadn’t trapped her or used her or thought I could own her like I’d been owned by others, she might have stayed.

She might have cared.

And I might’ve fallen hopelessly in love with her.

CHAPTER TWO

I FELL TO MY KNEES.

Blank shock numbed me. My mind couldn’t decipher what’d just happened. An awful kind of hissing erupted in my ears. A static white noise that trickled into my bloodstream and made every bone twitch.

He’s...gone.

I shook my head. My mouth parted. My heart raced.

He can’t...it’s not possible.

I blinked, expecting him to still be there. Smirking that mocking grin, long hair touching his shoulders, eyes so dark with history they defied common color.

But he didn’t appear.

There was nothing.

Just me and the fading energy of a man who’d imprisoned me.

A man I just killed.

Oh, God.

My heart cramped as I wedged fists into my belly.

No one can survive a fall like that.

What have I done?

Yes, he’d taken my body and my freedom, but I’d done something a million times worse....I’d taken his life.

I—

My horrified shock suddenly gave way to coldhearted analytics.

Wait, he could survive.

He might—

Scrambling to my feet, I grabbed a branch and looked down.

Down.

I tried to see him.

I guessed the height of such a plummet.

A thousand feet perhaps?

More? Less?

I don’t know.

You have to know.

The buzzing turned vicious in my ears and marrow.

He might be alive.

It’s possible—

Panic fought with calm as I edged from the drop-off and dug both hands into my mud-dirty hair.

You have to find out, Gem.

You can’t leave him.

Images of him in pieces at the bottom of the cliff made me sick. Shattered bones, vacant eyes, a scarred body that was no longer alive.

Stop.

I ground the heels of my palms into my eyes, trying to rub such images away.

I swallowed hard.

I’d done this. He was down there because of me.

If I hadn’t jumped on him, he would still be whole.

There wasn’t even the question of leaving. Not yet. I would never be able to live with myself if I turned my back on someone in agony.

Someone crippled and bleeding and—

“Just focus. Stay strong.”

It didn’t matter how he’d treated me. I didn’t care that I was trading my last chance at freedom to go after him. If he was dead, I would bury him. I would ignore the awful pang in my soul and would honor his remains as any loved one would.

It was the least I could do.

He had no one.

He deserves to have someone.

God, he deserved so much more than what he had.


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