Before The Fall (An Aron Angels Prequel)

By Jamie Campbell

This is a short story prequel to A World Without Angels.

Before angel Jerome fell to Earth, he was just an ordinary angel in the village. And before Leila started her adventure, she was a prisoner in her own home as the world crumbled around her.

In the prequel to A World Without Angels, see how life was for the angel and his girl before the adventure began.

In the Aron Angels Series:
Before the Fall
A World Without Angels
Angel's Uprising

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jamie Campbell
• Release date: Apr 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301108930

Jamie Campbell

Jamie was born into a big, crazy family of 6 children. Being the youngest, she always got away with anything and would never shut up. Constantly letting her imagination run wild, her teachers were often frustrated when her 'What I did on the weekend' stories contained bunyips and princesses.Growing up, Jamie did the sensible things and obtained a Bachelor of Business degree from Southern Cross University and worked hard to gain her membership with the Institute of Chartered Accountants in Australia.Yet nothing compared to writing. Quiting the rat race to spend quality time with her laptop named Lily, Jamie has written several novels and screenplays. Spanning a number of genres and mediums, Jamie writes whatever inspires her from ghost stories to teenage love stories to tantalising murder mysteries. Nothing is off limits.A self-confessed television addict, dog lover, Taylor Swift fan, and ghost hunter, Jamie loves nothing more than the thrill of sharing her stories.

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BEFORE THE FALL:

An Aron Angels Prequel

Also by the Author:

A World Without Angels

Ashes to Ashes

Gifted

Trouble

A Hairy Tail

Dark Eyes

Cinderella is Evil

Before The Fall: An Aron Angels Prequel

JAMIE CAMPBELL

Copyright © 2013 Jamie Campbell

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Jamie Campbell asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the author.

CHAPTER 1 - LEILA

It’s funny how you know when it all starts, when it’s the beginning of the end. It’s not an act that is so shocking you have to believe the world is ending, but something barely imperceptible to the human eye.

It’s the way people speak to each other like they have no patience for what they are saying, it’s the way cars don’t stop at crossings to let people pass, and it’s the way you stop planning for the future because you don’t believe there will be one. It’s the small things that add up, multiplying until they are insurmountable.

Leila Loudon thought about the beginning of the end as she stood in the window of her family home. The street was normally quiet during the day, nothing much ever happened in the cul-de-sac. But that was before it began.

Now, she watched as five men broke the window of the house across the street. They used stakes taken from the garden to smash the glass pane. It was daylight and Leila was certain she wasn’t the only witness but they didn’t care. Even if it was being televised live across the world, the men would still continue their pillage.

Instead of dashing into action to try to stop the men, all Leila could do was be thankful it wasn’t her house they targeted that day. It was probably only a matter of time, but at least it wasn’t today. Tomorrow was never promised anymore, but at least she would have one.

Dinner, Honey, Matilda Loudon, Leila’s mother called from the dining table. She hurried over, glad to be torn away from the window.

The family sat at the table, dad Matthew and sisters Emily and Kate made the family complete. It all seemed so normal but one look at the plate told them otherwise. Instead of a hearty meal, the plate contained a few vegetables and a clear soup. They were the few food items Matilda was able to grow in the backyard.

The markets and some stores were still open, but only for a few hours each day. Once closed, they boarded up their windows and put the stock under lock and key. Some even lived with their inventory, guarding it with their lives. The weapons trade was thriving.

Dad, how do you think it’s all going to end? Kate asked, raising the topic they were all thinking but not discussing. That was Kate for you, always the big mouth.

"I don’t know, Sweetheart, but we’ve