Fallout 1 Novelas e Histórias

Like I was always meant to end up here. I ignore the thought. I'm not hungry. So I don't bother with food. I need to go outside. I need to learn the grounds. Learn the exits. Learn how to move without being seen. I head for the door. And open it, only to find Luca leaning against the wall like he's been there all morning. I stare at him. He grins. "Good morning." He beams. "You've been waiting here?” "Maybe." He grins. "You're annoying." I say with a small smile.

He checked the amount and value of the recent harvest from the wasteland that was stated in the ledger. The yearly cross-house tournament was coming, and house Valentino had to offer their share of resources that would be used as part of the reward to give to the Victors. Rufus Valentino rubbed his forehead as he laid his back on the chair made from agar wood . Vampires don't really get tired, but they sure as hell aren't immune to frustration. "I should have a damn secretary for these stuffs" count Rufus muttered with exasperation in his tone.

"Barely." ​"It’s 4:59, sir," I replied, stepping forward and placing the silver flash drive on the polished mahogany surface. "The edit is complete." ​Luke finally looked up. His eyes were sharp, scanning me with a clinical detachment that made me want to shrink. He reached for the drive, his fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. I felt a jolt—a phantom spark of the connection we once had—but his expression didn't change. He plugged the drive into his computer, the silence in the room stretching until it felt suffocating.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

Carrying his car keys tightly in his hand, he walked towards the entrance, the path to the living room illuminated only by the soft glow of the moonlight seeping through the windows. Inside, Lena sat on the couch, her face buried in her phone, tears streaming down her cheeks. The sound of the door opening caused her to glance up momentarily, her swollen eyes meeting Jayden's gaze. their unspoken words hung heavy in the air, suffocating the room with tension and heartache.

It was almost like we forgot to exist for a moment. Sweat dripped down our faces even in the cold room, the food sat on the counter, Kaelen's eyes stayed locked on my fingers while tears ran down my face and thighs. “You want me to…what?” Kaelen's voice shook as he blinked back to reality, finally staring at my face rather than a hole he would soon be in. “Really?...” “Yes.” I stretched it even wider and I can swear he drooled. “Fuck me…please.” His hands squeezed my shoulders like he was panicking.

Now My brother and I sat in the back of our step-brothers people ford fiesta, silently, we both had one headphone in our ears as our step-brother, Connor drove us to our new home. Krystal our step-sister sat in the front passenger seat next to him. A warm tear dripped down my cheek, it had been a year since our father had passed away, my mother had just sold his house and we were moving away from the safety of the place that we used to call our home. My dog, Rolo laid across us both with his head in my lap, he was a fairly big three-year-old German Shephard. My step-father was driving our mothers car with my mother next to him, we were starting from scratch, they had bought a four bedroom ho

It's my ringtone. As I zip open my bag I pray that it's not my mom or something embarrassing like that. I hold my phone up. No calls. Instead, I look up at Felix, who's taken his phone out of his pocket and is staring down at the lit-up screen in his hand. His mouth is twisted in disgust, like he's holding a giant cockroach instead of an iPhone. He lets it ring a while longer, then taps the screen, looking annoyed. It stops. I can't believe we have the same ringtone. I guess it makes sense for him to be using Déjà Vu as his – it's Fable's biggest hit after all. But still, I suddenly wish my phone would start ringing too so he'd realize that we have something in common.

I opened my eyes, the rusty ceiling and the faint smell of dirt on my room greeting me an early morning. I got up from my dirty mattress which is my bed and walked towards the tilted window allowing the sun to shine all over me. The early birds chirping outside greeting me on the starting of the day. "AMARA" my mom shouted warning me to wake up and get started with my work. I sighed. Already knowing that the day will be a hectic one.