Fallout 4 Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Ivy By noon the next day, the video was everywhere. The retreat’s social media team had apparently received Lake’s submission—his final project, the one he’d been mysteriously working on late into the night—and after what must’ve been very intense deliberation, they decided to post it on all their platforms. The caption read: “Sometimes, the best love stories begin with a lie. Watch how this couple turned fake into fate. #TillAutumnDoUsPart.” It was a quiet Thursday. No one expected the storm that followed.

It was still early. I didn't know what possessed me, but on a whim, I opened "SimonLovesClaire" profile again. Sure enough, there was a new post. It was already gaining traction, and the title alone made me laugh out loud. [My fiancée found out I donated to my true-love streamer. She got jealous and threw a tantrum about canceling the engagement. Urgent, need advice. [By the end of the year, I'm supposed to get married to my fiancée. Our relationship has always been stable.

I guess knowing that the world is going to end can put a damper on anyone’s dreams. I look up from my book when the door opens. Fallon walks in looking sexy in his tight skinny jeans, black tank top, and long, leather duster. His abdomen and firm thighs ripple with his movements, and his hair is cut short. Frowning, I rise from my perch and slide my fingers through his hair. “You cut it.” He sifts his fingers through the short locks and nods.

He felt like he wasted his family's opportunity to live a better life. He kept trying g to join guilds, but guilds saw no point in wasting resources on a soldier with so many weaknesses. He applied to the Falling Stardust on a whim; he figured that they would need staff, young guilds were usually desperate to get members. When he found out they accepted him, he couldn't believe it. He was now one step closer to achieving his dream of giving his poor family a better life. He thought they hired him as a laborer or something, and he could earn a few more Libras to send back home. This was what he had been doing in Lotus City thus far, working with a construction company as a laborer.

Andrew added, and for a long time, Luca and April listened to their playful exchange, both longing for the people they loved. As April stared at the shimmering mirage on the horizon, she couldn't believe they were in Egypt and a step closer to setting Julian free. She was excited and nervous about D-Day. But she also knew it wouldn't be a smooth road for her and Julian. Vampires loved deeply, and when they committed, it was forever. They didn't handle infidelity and betrayal well, if at all. She'd seen it first hand with Luca and René. And knowing how alike the Delacroix brothers were, there was a huge chance Julian might never forgive her actions despite her good intentions.

The fourth - the fourth was about sex. Damn. I'd slept with a girl - the only girl - and I somehow couldn't conjure up the memory? Seriously? Maybe if I just propositioned her again. Right, I'm sure that would go over well. "Hey, I don't remember you but will you take off your shirt? I think staring at you naked may jolt my memories." I groaned and then nearly dropped my phone as the pictures shifted into something much more private. Fallon sleeping. In nothing but a sheet.

Chapter 15: Tell me you want to be fucked. In the easy chair, a fountain of cum erupted from the lap of the Stalker. The sight of Kelly cumming under Julia's tender tortures had driven him right over the edge. So it came as quite a shock to him when he heard a click on his left and looked around to see the barrel of the biggest handgun he had ever seen staring back at him. "When they've finished," Michael told him, "I'm gonna blow your fucking brains out."

I love teasing boys. I grin again, loving how easy it is to bother Dante and he's dumbfounded as I quickly run out the door, off to freedom. Freedom is a perilous journey down the halls. The old stone floors and walls are starting to get warmer, the world outside heating up from the evil that is the morning star. I can see its glowing hue when I'm running out, peeking through the covers of the frosted windows, past the old pictures of people long dead, of ugly statues and strange sculptures of beasts. I get to the foyer, where the three staircases meet and lead down into the main entrance, and there's no escape.

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

The loss of life was staggering today, and when the dust settled I could only hope things were better, different, the world we had hoped for. “Cain” the old Nephilim began, his hands applying gentle pressure to my side, where blood was continuing to seep out. “You need to rest.” I grunted in response, hauling myself to my feet. Wanting to simply pass out and never wake up. Just join Verity and Shamshiel wherever their spirits were, but I knew that was not to be. I headed toward my room, my feet dragging on the ground and my head bent low. I swung by the kitchen area, grabbing a bit of food and quickly devouring it on my way to my room. If I was lucky maybe I would choke on it. Kicking off my