Fallout 4 Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

“Look at yourself! Suspicious, jealous, and always imagining the worst. “You’re nothing like the thoughtful woman you used to be. You grew up on the streets, Clea. “You could never compare to someone like Fran, who has wealth and grace. “If you have the energy to make up lies, you’re clearly not that sick. “Stay home, reflect on yourself, and clean up the place before I get back. And don’t call me.” The door slammed shut behind him as silence swallowed the room. Then I felt a wet warmth between my legs. The life inside me was slipping away. With the last of my strength, I reached for my phone and called my best friend, Lina Lester.

MADDIE'S P.O.V "Your okay now love, please don't cry" Fours soothing voice mumbled in my ear as I buried my face in his chest his thumb reaching and wiping away the tears that hasn't stopped flowing down my face. I couldn't stop shaking even when Four handed me his hoodie I was still shaking, not from being cold but from the events that only took place moments ago. I was almost raped, Dylan killed a man and I was now back with Four someone who I'd never thought I'd see again.

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur

I don’t knоw whеthеr thіѕ ѕоmеthіng tо be relieved аbоut or nоt. “Sо аrе уоu saying уоu suspect Nеоn hаѕ Aрrіl, and іѕ keeping hеr іn tоwn tо tаkе оut some fоrm оf revenge оn Blаkе Andеrѕоn, or mе?” [Next POV from 'Carrie' in Chapter 43] ******** Author Note: Have you read my 2nd Series "Forbidden Love Stories (Book 2)" on Goodovel. It is more sensual and has many hot steamy romance scenes and episodes which will make you curl your toes in excitement.

She flashed a mischievous smile and followed closely behind. Fred held the journal to his face and shook his head. “This is a terrible idea.” He said and shook his head. Ever since he encountered Sylvia, he had found himself writing love letters to her at night, the letters he never sent. He sighed and squeezed the apery. He threw it inside the bin and decided to change. David had invited him for a Friday getaway at the club so he felt it was best if he attends. Immediately after Fred stood up, he heard several knocks on his door. He moved to the door on the assumption that David had come to check out whether he was ready. He opened the door and was shocked at the spectacle before him.

MEANWHILE… In a deserted secure place away from the City, Fallon stared at a board. On the panel are images and plans they have for them. “We are already in Phase four. These two should fall in love soon. After that, I’ll start taking care of Silas and Rebecca. Once done, we’ll proceed with the final stage.” Fallon explained to Madam Kingsley via video call. “After that, are you done?” the Madam asks. The question lingered. “FALLON!” The Madam calls out to her.

was returned to the characters. Xander’s bronze heart flared back to life, twice as bright as before, the charcoal lines deepening into permanent, beautiful scars. "The Fourth Vault isn't a place, Editor," Xander said, standing up and pulling me to his side. "It’s the Unwritten Margin. It’s the space where we go when we refuse to be finished." The Path to the New Wild The Editor didn't disappear. He transformed. His parchment skin folded in on itself until he was nothing more than a small, leather-bound book lying on the paper path.

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.

Elena leaned back, staring at the ceiling. Lose what? Control? Herself? Or something worse? Later that night, Elena returned home. Her apartment felt different now. Too quiet. Too still. She kicked off her heels, walking straight to the kitchen. Water. She needed water. Anything to clear her head. Her phone buzzed. A message. Unknown number. She frowned slightly before opening it. We need to finalize terms. No name. No explanation. But she knew. Damon. She stared at the message for a long moment.

"Before the 'tin-cans' in the sky realize what hit them, we need a quiet place to see exactly what is on this hard drive." Nova shivered, but looking at the two terrifyingly calm entities beside her, she swallowed her fear and pointed down a rusted service grate. "The Rust Sector... sublevel four. There's a sanctuary for the Un-Uploaded." They vanished into the labyrinth of Neo-Kunlun's underbelly. After navigating a maze of dripping exhaust pipes and rusted blast doors, Nova led them into a massive, subterranean fallout shelter. The aesthetic of the slums abruptly shifted.