Novel & Cerita Emergency Fanfiction

*Damian* *Three months later* So what has happened in the last three months you ask? Well nothing. Boring ass shit that you readers think is a critical plot point. Well it’s not one of those stories! And if you were any smarter than the book character that you’re reading about… you should probably listen to the book character! ‘Oh haha fourth wall break, maybe it is something important’. Listen here reader, it's my story and I don’t care what you think it’s not gonna happen. I sigh, anyways now that that’s out of the mind, I have been doing some chores around Ember’s farm. It’s gradually getting hotter as summer rolls around. I had quickly become accustomed to farm life. I had made some frie

CHAPTER EIGHT Five years later, Ember lay on the bed in her little room at the hospital, her scattered long hair falling carelessly on her face. The loud ringing of her phone caused her to open her eyes with a frown Who the hell is that She had been attending to patients since two days now, and just when she wants to get some sleep, some annoying creature just wants to frustrate her Groaning, she picked the constantly ringing phone “Hello, Director Jim. As expected, Jim's flattering voice came laced with a little seriousness and urgency

His thumb brushed my cheek softly, a strange mix of comfort and urgency. “Don’t freeze on me,” he whispered. “Please. Not now.” “I’m trying,” I whispered back, breath trembling. Leon shouted from across the hall, “We have less than a minute before he breaks through!” Damien pulled me behind him. “Leon, what’s the fastest way out?” Leon typed fast. “The emergency tunnel leads out the back of the property. But once you enter it, you can’t come back in.” “Good,” Damien said. “Open it.”

"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.

She shifted and stretched and yawned and scratched her hair and yawned again before finally opening her eyes. Are you sure she's a lady at all? "Where am I?" she asked scratching one eyes and squinting the other "Hell!" I replied using a thick British accent, like the actor Tom Ellis from Lucifer. "Uh? Ontario in hell? Sounds like it! I slept off didn't I?" She says acting unbothered "Yeah and you snored all the way here. I'm sure my eardrums must be leaking my now!" I hold my ears in false pretense

” I asked, frustrated by the sassy words. “I really don't know,” Emily said, flipping onto the next page. They even wrote more about this problem. How the crossing over worked initially, the explanation of parallel worlds, alternate universes, doppelgängers. Signs of being from another world after total memory loss, and stories. A bunch of stories of people who have suffered from this. “Author?” Nikkie asked, and Elaine flipped the book over. “MoonCub.” She replied, with a sigh. “Well, let's find MoonCub. " We have the map, don't we?” Nikkie said, snatching the book.

After calling the guard at the witness protection quarantine house, Emily typed a few messages to Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt. The situation was getting out of control, and there were more and more victims related to the Henry Crawford case. The woman sat on the edge of Rayden's bed, staring intently at her phone. This was slightly annoying for Rayden. "Put your phone down, Emily, Dear. We're not finished—" "F*ck off, Ray. My work is more important!" Emily cut him off without even glancing at Rayden.

Escape routes disappeared with each passing second. Then the elevator jerked to a stop between floors. The lights flickered. Richard's associate swore, jabbing the buttons. "What the hell?" The emergency phone crackled to life. "Sorry for the inconvenience." The voice was familiar, rough, dangerous. "But I need to borrow something that belongs to me." Damien. The elevator doors pried open manually, revealing the maintenance shaft. And standing there, backlit by emergency lighting like an avenging angel, was the man I had given myself to hours ago.

“I know, I know it sounds insane.” “It is insane,” Ember said. “Which is ironic, considering the context.” Piper huffed despite herself. “I won’t,” she said after a moment. “Not really. I just needed to say it out loud.” Ember studied her carefully. “Promise me.” “I promise,” Piper said. “No fake breakdowns, no dramatic admissions.” “Good.” They stood a few minutes later, heading in the opposite direction when Ember's mother called her for an emergency family thing. “Text me later,” Ember said, hugging her. “We’ll figure something out.”

“When I went out for a walk, I saw a suspicious woman. It was so late, and I didn’t dare to catch her. She disappeared so quickly. “If I had stopped her, you wouldn’t have…” She wrapped her arms around my shoulders carefully, but her sobs grew louder. My foolish friend. She was the one who saved me. I was about to comfort her when her phone suddenly rang. It was her husband, Ethan, who worked in the fire department. “You texted me saying you miscarried? And you even cursed my brother?” he snapped. “Are you out of your mind? The babies had Vicky’s protective spell. How could anything happen? I told you already, Vicky is a friend. A friend. Do you even understand that?