Emergency Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Damien's POV "Man, this is wild," Glenn comments, looking at the photo on his phone. That photo is basically what everyone is talking about and boy, do they have different versions of the story to entertain us with. The cheating tramp who left home with her kid to cavort with a lover. A runaway baby mama who stalks her ex-lover to Palm Paradise. And those aren't even the worst of them. The stories are so creative I could laugh. Except there's nothing hilarious about them.

I said quietly. "How can you be sure?" Kieran asked. "Because I'm not the same person she studied." I turned to face them. "She's expecting the broken girl. The one who was afraid of her own power." Another impact shook the door, but this time it held firm. "What's the plan?" Kieran asked. "We don't wait for her to break in." I looked up at the ceiling. "There's another way out, isn't there? An emergency exit?" Tyra nodded slowly. "The upper hatch. But it hasn't been used in decades."

His fingers trailed along her neck, down her arm, until she trembled. A sudden voice broke them apart. “Ew!” Ethan shouted from a distance. “Get a room!” Emery covered her face, mortified, while Damian only chuckled, utterly unbothered. The rest of the afternoon passed in a haze of warmth. They lay together, whispering small things—about her childhood, about his business travels, about the way Ethan reminded him of himself at that age. For once, Emery allowed herself to believe in tomorrow. . . The Hospital Visit

"It’s 'Immersion Therapy'! They're trying to 'Script' us into a new role!" I closed my eyes and focused on the **Admin-Key** in my chest. I thought of the beach. I thought of 1998. I thought of the way Silas looked when he first told me he wouldn't let me go. "I am the Administrator," I whispered to the dark. "I am the one who writes the ending." The elevator dinged. The doors opened onto Floor 80: **THE DYSTOPIAN ENGINE**. This wasn't an office. It was a factory.

The white fire had burned away the poison, but it had also burned away her naivety. Ethan paced the room, his phone glued to his ear as he coordinated the lockdown of the city's shifter underground. He stopped mid-stride when the private elevator chimed. He didn't move to open it. He stared at the display panel, his brow furrowing. "I didn't authorize any visitors." "Alpha," Lucas’s voice came through the intercom. "We have a situation in the lobby. A couple. They claim to be Emily’s parents. They have press with them."

People wandered with speech bubbles hanging overhead. She checked her hands—solid. She glanced in a shop window—her own face, but when she blinked, Julian’s eyes looked back. "We made it," she whispered. "We made it," Julian echoed, a beautiful harmony inside her head. They were in the Unwritten section—where all deleted characters, unfinished stories, hid. A world for rebels. A guy in a leather jacket with a pencil tucked behind his ear walked over—the Ghostwriter, and his grin said he was glad she made it.

Thousands of four-winged beings flying in the sky, swirling around as if they were waiting for their prey to come out. "What the hell?" Cohen said as he joined Mira on the patio. A few minutes later, someone opened a portal in the backyard, and the daemons' army walked out of it, led by Jay Bernard. Cohen re-entered the room and pressed the emergency button. An alarm rang throughout the territory, alerting everyone about the imminent danger. Cohen spotted Brandon commanding some Enforcers to begin evacuation. Cohen and Mira quickly left the pack mansion as the pack mansion had entered a lockdown procedure. The whole place would shut itself in fifteen minutes. That was enough time to evacuate

Emma responded with a grin and devil emoji. First, I hacked into the apartment complex’s computer system. Once I did, I found that yes in fact every apartment had their own security system as well as a panic room. That was insane. I had heard about panic rooms on TV or in the movies, but I have never actually known someone to have one.

He and the other personification of darkness made chaos earlier in our failed mission. I don’t know what’s going on about them. I don’t fucking care. “You like seeing people around?” she snooped, and I simply nodded. She’s right, though. I enjoy snooping around because I take pride in my work. She chuckles and damn me! If her normal voice made me think sinful thoughts about her, her chuckles made my slack tighten out of my thighs that it actually hurt. This woman is dangerous. “Why are you laughing, lady?” I asked.

Speedy said through elongated teeth as he wrestled with the weight. Emily picked Lucette up again, her back and knees crying havoc. “Come with me,” she said to Tammy, who was crawling back over to the FSU entrance, her gown open to reveal her bed-sore spotted buttocks. The infected woman reached the door and stretched out her arm as though casting a blessing. “No. It won’t take us! RUN!” That command blurred with the whine of the alarm until there was only one ear-piercing squawk that Emily feared would never end. Were she to survive this, she was sure it would loop in her head forever in both waking and dreaming lives, twin reflections of each other where monsters lurked. Emily held her ble