Emergency Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

I didn’t want to stay in that place a second longer. When I reached the emergency stairwell, I paused briefly, pulled my phone from my pocket, and immediately tapped the name of someone I had trusted for years. Tomas. The line rang only twice before his flat, professional voice answered. “Yes?” “Tomas, we need to move now.” My tone was firm, skipping any small talk. “You were right. This isn’t just ordinary celebrity gossip. Emily has gone too far.” “I suspected as much,” Tomas replied without surprise. “What else happened?”

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.

Chapter 149 [ Emily ] Emily was enjoying the cool breeze while gazing at the stars , it was another night where she found herself awake instead of sleeping. The beating of her heart could be heard as she was tensed . Athens and Hardin went to rescue Casper and their safety was important . She ignored the continuous ringing of her phone as she didn't want to hear any bad news . When Emily finally had the courage to pick up the call she was shocked to see that it was Dan who had been calling her non stop before sending a message .

Just like that, she slumped against me, unconscious, her head falling against my shoulder. "Esme are you there?" I whispered into the silence, but there was no response. I scoffed out to the air thinking about what she had just said. Finally, the taxi pulled up, and I ushered Emily inside, giving off her apartment address to the driver. Were we indeed in contact with a supernatural entity like Mason claims or was someone just pulling the strings all the while? If someone was—the million dollar question was what is the endgame? “Holy shit! It's raining in winter.” The driver cursed, lookin out through the window.

Outside, thunder rolled low through the mountains. The cashier suddenly cursed under his breath. The gas station lights flickered once. Twice. Then steadied. Nervous laughter spread weakly through the room. Evelyn didn’t laugh. Power failures had started exactly that way before. Small. Temporary. Easy to ignore. Until they weren’t, her phone buzzed. Damian: You coming home tonight, or are you still on your survivalist road trip? Evelyn stared at the screen. No concern. No apology. Just irritation wrapped in humor.

He sighed and pulled out a small cell phone. "Yeah, it happened again," the janitor said into the phone. "The characters tried to escape to the real world. I’m starting the factory reset now. Send in the new drafts." He walked over to a big red switch on the wall labeled: Reality Override. "Wait!" I tried to scream, but my mouth was solid gold. The janitor reached for the switch.

Something that I shouldn’t know. I touch my lips and once again felt the electrifying bolt of emotion from our encounter. My mind shook my thoughts away, for it only causes my eyes to become red, meaning that the emotion inside of me is bottling up and exploding. “It’s weird seeing you touching your lips as if you miss someone else lips.” That fucking rhyme but shit. My soul almost jolts out of my body when I heard that deep voice. Another Shit. Alpha King’s body is covered with dark sticky blood and I wanted to shut my mind when I saw his face widely smirking despite… his circumstance?

I asked him. “There was another breach on the eastern border, ten rogues that they killed swiftly,” he said as I saw the group of warriors emerging from the forest. I went straight to the safe room and unlocked the doors with my fingerprint and retina scan and looked through the faces as women, children and the elderly made their way out of it. “Damon!” I heard Kat’s voice as tears formed in my eyes realizing that it was my mother that had died. “Kat,” I said as I grabbed her in a hug.

On and on, I tapped on his name, wishing there’d be some kind of miracle that would suddenly make the call connect. His phone was always off. “Emily!” I heard, and looked down. There was Sadie and Jude. “Emily.” Sadie called, waving madly, and I smiled, waving back down at her. “We made a fanfiction of you and Lucas. Check it out.” Jude said, throwing a drawing book up. It took a few tries before the book finally hit me in the face. “Sorry!” Sadie shouted, giggling. “We have to go now. We’ll be back.” Jude said, waving, and I nodded, watching them leave.

She decided to stay quiet. When they reached her apartment, the lobby was dim, and Emily immediately noticed something was off. The space was crowded with people, murmurs filling the air. A security guard approached her and said apologetically, “Ma’am, we’re experiencing an emergency power outage. Our backup generator also seems to have failed. We’re working to resolve the issue, but it may not be fixed tonight.” Emily stared at him, stunned. She had been looking forward to getting home and sinking into bed after such a draining day. Now, even that seemed impossible. Her shoulders sagged slightly as she wondered what to do.