Black Widow Fallout: New Vegas Novels & Stories

V2 dead. Lydia woke, bound. "Mercy?" "No," I said, forcing antifreeze down as she imagined, but water would. "For Mom." She faded as we fucked beside her, final seal. Dawn: Bodies dumped. Real freedom? But Richard's phone: New client. Stepdaughters next? -V3

“What’s wrong?” Nemiah’s hand was shaking as she tried to point something on the ground. Vivar scanned the direction where Nemiah was pointing. He let out a soft chortle when he saw a tiny hairy spider walking around her. “Did you just laugh?” Nemiah asked peevishly. Vivar went closer to her and stepped on the spider. The poor creature was squashed beneath his shoes. “Happy?” He muttered. But he became confused when he saw Nemiah’s reaction. The young lady’s eyes were teary while staring at him like he just killed an entire colony.

They seem to find new hope in the midst of this disaster. Not long after, a new substance has been successfully developed and reproduced by Doctor Catherine and team. The substance is contained in a special bullet that can be fired at the monsters. The special substance was distributed to the remaining soldiers including Jacob and Zoya. "You want to join the fight again?" asked Captain Arnold. "We don't want to miss the party," Jacob said with a smile. The soldiers who were already armed with the new substance bullets tried to shoot them at some of the monsters trying to get into the bunker.

“Okay, override engaged. Uploading the virus now.” Seconds felt like hours. Then— “Done! Overwatch is crashing!” The alarms cut out. The power flickered. And just like that, Grayson’s empire lost its foundation. Bella grinned. “Now let’s get the hell out of here.” --- The Fallout By the time they reached the extraction point, Marcus had already confirmed the damage. “Overwatch is offline. Every contingency plan, every backup—gone.” Darwin smirked. “That should get Grayson’s attention.”

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

“Shameless, she wants to taint the Bouchards image like her father, why else would she be hear” “True, her father was such a disgrace, I heard he planned to rape the first lady also, he was mesmerized by her beauty that he forgot his wretched place.” “I guess the daughter has come to take on his legacy and seduce-” The door clicks open and I rush in slamming the door shut. My lungs feels tight, I tremble, only managing to search for my drugs in my handbag. Why is so damn hard to find? “Shit” I gasp as I collapse to the ground. Thankfully, the orange pill bottle rolls out of my bag. Without water, I fumble it open, shake two tablets into my palm, and swallow them dry, barely able to breathe.

"No. I messed up. Completely. Until now I've been playing submissive by his rules. But if I want to beat him, I need to change the game entirely." "You sound like a secret agent. And how exactly are you planning to do that?" "He thrives on control. I'm going to make him lose it. Completely." Greta looked at me, half confused, half entertained. "You know I'm on your side, but honestly? Burning him down sounds easier." I laughed. "You're so dramatic." She stayed with me until late evening. We watched horror movies and ate an obscene amount of junk food. We put the subject of Axel aside for the night, and I was grateful. I wouldn't have survived another conversation about him.

As the SUV pulled away, Genevieve stood alone for a moment, the echoes of laughter in the park still ringing in her ears. ---- Later that evening, she arrived at Ravenhurst Lane for the Widow's Club meeting. She didn't feel the how she felt when she first arrived there, she felt calmer. All fourteen women were present, seated around the long table. The air was heavy with perfume, ambition, and something darker. One by one, reports were given by each widow. Some contained reports of seduction, others contained how they used the children of their clients against them, and the rest contained how they stole incriminating videos and documents and used them to blackmail their clients.

She had that energy—carefree, like shopping was therapy. “I need to get him some clothes from the children’s section. Will you be okay here?” “Sure,” I replied casually. “We’ll be back in five.” She winked, though I almost laughed. Sarah and five minutes in a boutique? That was the real fantasy. I turned toward a nearby display, trailing my fingers along a rack of silky black dresses when I heard the voice that could sour milk. “Well, look what the wind blew in—if it isn’t the Black Widow herself. Or should I say, Slut Queen?”

He spat on the ground near Alexander's boots. "We are leaving," Mark said coldly. "News has spread. The White Wolf has established a new order in the North called Winterfell. It is a paradise where the weak are healed and the strong are honored." "You are deserting us? That is treason!" Lucas shrieked. "Treason?" Mark laughed bitterly. "You betrayed the pack first when you chose a whore over our savior. We are not going to stay here and rot with you. We are going to find our true Queen."