Emergency Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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

THIRD PERSON Finn was surprised when Emma turned up at their chambers and then with what Emma had told him about Jeremiah having a vampiress. Finn knows something definitely is not right, as ever since Nathan and Norman attacked Emma he has barely let her leave his sight, he had only just started allowing her to go back to her cleaning schedule and that was only after she was comfortable with the new warrior Finn had assigned to her.

KAIDA’S POV “A family thanksgiving out of nowhere?” Ember rolled her eyes as she brewed her morning coffee, reminiscing Maverick’s words from the previous day. “That’s random.” We had no classes, so she was relaxed in her disheveled hair, eye-glasses and tank top. “A family thanksgiving is not random, Ember.” I replied, my eyes glued to the dark romance book in my hands. I might be a medical student but my love for dark romance surpasses my love for medical related matters. Funny.

"Too many feelings, Mommy. Everyone has so many feelings and they're all so loud." ***** We pulled into our driveway to find Damian already home, his car parked at an angle that suggested he'd arrived at supernatural speed. He met us at the door, scooping Elara into his arms. "I've got you, princess," he said, and I felt his enhancement engage—some kind of consciousness technique that helped shield her from overwhelming empathic input. ***** "The letter wasn't a prank," I said. "No. It wasn't." My hands shook as I opened it. "We know where she goes to school."

“And feral men stop thinking.” I walked toward the door. “We need him thinking,” I added. “Desperate. Cornered. Weak.” Because when Damian Blackwood breaks… The fall will be spectacular. And Elena? She will finally understand why men like us never love without consequences.

# Chapter 13: Twisted Truth Eve sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers still trembling from the fake panic attack she'd used to cover Marcus's latest threat. Alex held her close, his strong arms a shield against the world, while Lila prepared tea in the kitchen. The envelope from the mysterious figure burned in her hidden drawer, calling to her like a live wire. Everything felt like it was spiraling faster than she could control.

Damien parked near the front steps before stepping out beside her. “I bought it years ago,” he explained as they walked toward the entrance. “At first it was just somewhere I could disappear to whenever life became too heavy.” Emily looked around slowly. Damien smiled faintly. “Now it’s my emergency bunker in case the world decides to collapse.” Emily laughed softly. “Well, if the world ends, at least you’ll have a very beautiful place to survive it from.” Damien reached beneath one of the flower pots beside the door and pulled out a hidden key.

A heavy clang resonates through the room, and I hold my breath, waiting for any signs of approaching guards. To my relief, the silence persists. A triumphant smile lights up my face as I realize I've succeeded in opening the vent. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, I pull myself into the darkness of the ventilation system, determined to navigate this maze and escape the clutches of Karl and his guards. Crawling through the cramped vent, I strain to catch the conversation unfolding in the adjacent room. The voices become clear: Karl and his daughter Emily are engaged in a heated argument.

"Just one. What makes you assume I’m attending this event with you?" He looks around the office. "Did you think I was talking to someone else?" Asshole. "No. It just sounded like you believe I have to go wherever you ask." His glare makes his thoughts obvious. I’m the man whose name will be on your next paycheck. I take a deep breath and say the words that would probably get me checked into a mental institution. "I have plans tomorrow night. Once I get home, I will cook dinner, eat, and carry my diary to bed to write about fictional men I would like to fuck. I don’t think I can make time for a charity auction I wasn’t informed about."

She stepped forward— And fell through. --- The reflections screamed: REWRITE INCOMPLETE! The End roared: ANCHOR MIGRATION SUCCESSFUL. And everything shattered again. But this time— Something remained. And somewhere far beyond the correction layer— Emma landed hard on unfamiliar ground. Breathing. Alive. Unwritten. And not alone. A shadow stood ahead of her. Waiting. Watching. And when it spoke— It wasn’t the man. It wasn’t the End. It was something older. “You were not supposed to escape twice.”