Black Widow Fallout: New Vegas Novels & Stories

Sitting in the swivel chair at her desk, watching the sunrise from where she was, Valeria couldn't stop smiling. Only five minutes. Just then her cell phone rang. “Yes?” “Mrs. Valladolid, your daughter-in-law has already entered one of the company's rooms,” said Tomas on the other end of the line. “The explosives have been placed.” “Activate them.” And she hung up. Only five minutes and the room not far from the company was going to be blown to pieces.

"Mr. Smith, we got him. The guy confessed." Ean froze, then snapped back to reality. He jumped into the car, and I quickly followed. We arrived at the freezer, my heart pounding in my chest. Holden pointed inside. "That's him. He admitted everything. Helen paid him 50 grand to turn on the power. The bank records confirm it." Hearing this, Ean grabbed Holden by the collar. "Do you know what you're saying?" "Mr. Smith, I'm not mistaken. It was Helen. We have proof of the transfers, and there was a hidden camera in the backyard that caught the whole deal!

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Make Harvest Bloom pull out of Zenith, watch as Zenith’s reputation and Möller Industries crash down. Taking Anthony and my father down with it.

When Bella walked out instead, he'd be smiling just the same. Call it my wedding gift. I had another one, too. For my father and his precious mistake. The cab turned the corner. My eyes went cold. I hit the remote. The blast ripped through the air. The Leone mansion went up in flames. The fortune my mother bled for? It would never belong to that cheating bastard or his daughter. *** Third-Person POV Meanwhile, Marco waited, tight as a wire—then froze. The bride stepping out wasn't Lara. It was Bella.

We were falling through a tunnel of dark matter. As the darkness consumes the vault, Lyra hears a final, mechanical chime. A screen flickers to life in the void, displaying a world she doesn't recognize a lush, green planet with two moons. A text prompt appears in her mind: "New Game Initialized. Players: 4. Objective: Survival. Warning: The Broker is still among you."

Romance is bad enough without doing it beside a display tag that says EASY ASSEMBLY, TWO PERSONS REQUIRED. They burst through the doors into late afternoon light with half the showroom following at a deeply unimpressive but still stressful pace. Eli and Maya hold the entrance long enough for Priya and Tessa to reverse the trucks. Miles shoots crossbow bolts with insane accuracy. Pete throws a lamp at a corpse and hits it in the face. “Was that on the list?” Priya shouts. “Cheerful and not haunted,” Maya yells. “Debatable!” They make it back through the gate at dusk. Trucks loaded. Teams intact.

Meanwhile, Jasmine was still stunned in place. She suddenly did not know what she should do for a while. A few moments later, Jasmine picked up her cell phone, and she was about to make a video call to Nanako. As a result, she suddenly received a text message from an entrepreneur with the last name Hawley in one of her South Region group chats on WhatsApp. The content of the text message was: [Breaking news! Breaking news! The overseas mercenary organization, Ten Thousand Armies, is seeking revenge on the Wade family! The Wade family will cease to exist after tomorrow!]

she asked. "I am," Felix responded immediately. "You're with Black Widow Society, aren't you?" The woman didn't answer. Instead, she looked at the body lying on the floor nearby. "Well, you've got guts. You actually killed someone from Black Widow Society." Pedro and Arlo held their breath, remaining completely silent. They knew nothing they said would matter here. If anything, it might just provoke her further. "Let's set that aside for now," Felix said. "What I want to know is what Black Widow Society wants to do with a formula for treating childhood epilepsy?"

A wave of intense disgust clears her face; the idiot genuinely believes this alliance is real, completely unaware that this transmission is a total setup to destroy her remaining units. Grinning like a hyena, Sienna commands her tech enforcers to compile the cyber attack against my rank. The second the media blast is finalized, Bianca skims the data lines and launches the broadcast across the syndicate networks. By the first hour of the morning watch, the black-market feeds are completely overwhelmed with the viral tags: #WhyBiancasMunitionCratesWereSeized #ChikaWhitmoreDestroyedAWarlordsRank. Completely swarmed by high-intensity training drills inside the combat hall, my wolf remains totall