Dead Space Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Marco instructs Vinny as they make their way to the limousine, leaving behind a scene of pain and menace in the secluded barn. ELENA Home, the place where I seek solace and a sanctuary from my life’s chaos. The comforting routine is disrupted when a text notification chimes on my phone. At this late hour. “definitely Sarah sending some random meme or another”. I mumble. After finishing up with my bed, I check the message, only to be met with a gasp escaping my lips. It's not Sarah. An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message:

"Is this enough? I can get more. I'd rather the money come to me than go to the mistress." I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. "More than enough. Alright, here's the plan. We can…" … We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law's birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband's mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should've seen the message she sent me. I'd love to make sure she gets a life sentence.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Nora continued stabbing the hairpin into Henry's abdomen. "Now I finally realize what an absurd mistake I have made! It's only John who truly loves me. You broke his ribs. I'm guessing you even instigated me to kill his mother. You deserve to die and have a taste of your own medicine!" Nora's eyes were bloodshot. Henry was barely breathing anymore. She raised her hand high up once more, aiming for Henry's heart. "Stop right there!" I ran over and kicked the hairpin out of Nora's hand. Letting Henry die just like that would be too easy on him.

FanFiction.Net Just In Community Forum V More Hopeless Wanderers by megamorr Books » Vampire Academy Rated: M, English, Fantasy & Adventure, Rose H., Dimitri B., Christian O., Lissa D., Words: 267k+, Favs: 152, Follows: 157, Published: Sep 17, 2018 Updated: Sep 7 653Chapter 24 Part 1 Chapter 24 RPOV Songs: Doomed by Moses Sumney, Rescue Me by Unions, Die 4 You by Perfume Genius

DAWN’S POV Author's warning: The next two chapters contain a descriptive sex scene. If you are comfortable with explicit content, please proceed. If not, read at your own risk. I squatted in the middle of my room, stroking my young son's face as he wept. "Come on now, honey, it's time for you to go to bed in your own room." "I can't sleep alone," Waylen cried, his face crumpling in distress. "I have nightmares!"

So dirty, she then looked down at the figure, ah no, the bloody corpse lying pitifully with its rotten organs dug out near her feet. Xia smiling poke the zombies corpses using her feet and thought ‘If this world is an apocalypse, then there is no restriction for me to kill a few right?' Xia's smile grew bigger as she thought of this. 'This world is very interesting after all'

Recommended song: **Let You Down (Instrumental) By NF** The shallow breathing of Calista stopped the moment she whispered her last words to Leevon. Her face turned pale, and lips carried a tinge of purple. She was a vampire, and now… a dead vampire. Soon, her mortal body would either away in the wind. The night was retiring along with the moonlight and the moon that witnessed this epic love, betrayal, and hopes, marking the onset of the morning sun.

The desolate world of white began to fade away like smoke before his eyes. Drifting away like a dream, the pristine horizon cracked like ash and turned tarnished and gray. Particles of this melancholy place float away on some unseen wind. The further William ran in this now disintegrated world, the more the darkness encroached. It was as if this darkness had its breath, its heartbeat as it surged and flowed. Like a wolf chasing its prey in the night. Soon the man found himself running in pitch-black darkness, his legs ached and his chest burned, but he didn't care. He was certain that if he kept going he'd reach the end. He'd find his way back from this nightmare of death. He just couldn't g

One or two just… flickered, as if the system didn’t know whether to mark them as alive or dead. I’d written maybe two chapters of “Bone City” before abandoning it for Neon City fanfic. “Ghosts in the Vents” was three lines of an idea in a sticky note app. “Dead Girls Don’t Trend” had been a half‑drunk rant to a friend that never made it past the message window. They were all here. On my grave. My throat closed. Behind me, the soft shuffle and rustle of boots on paper told me the others were moving, fanning out, discovering their own stones.