Fallout 4 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Heat radiated from it like an open furnace, and before I could blink, the forest was gone again. This time, I landed on stone, cracked, ancient, slick with blood that wasn’t mine. The air was heavy, suffocating, echoing with distant screams. Great. “Trial of Strength,” I muttered. “Because the last one wasn’t traumatic enough.” The ground shook and chains rattled and then I saw them. Four figures stepped out from the smoke. Dax. Riven. Zaiden. Zyran. My heart stuttered. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

he muttered. Esme grinned. The dynamics of their relationship is changing. He is more caring than he never let on. He turned out to be the sweetest person. That night, he slept in her bed again. This time, she felt content and comfortable. ...... Noah on the other hand is drinking heavily. He sent Nicole back home, but he didn't go to her place. He still remember how his friends misunderstood her as his girlfriend. Noah doesn't have that kind of feelings for Nicole. He feels pity for her because she is struggling and Esme is bullying her constantly.

“So you can _love_ me? _Dad_?” Fire ran up her arms. Not controlled. _Wild_. _Hungry_. She looked at _Rylan_. “He’s _warm_,” Four said. “_I’m_ so _cold_, Mother. _Have been_ for _so long_. Since the _first_ time I _died_.” The fire _grew_. The mine started _melting_. “He’ll _warm_ me up,” Four said. “_One second_. That’s all I need. _One second_ of _him_ and I’ll _feel_.”

I nod, closing my eyes to digest it all. Milo and I were never close growing up; in fact, if memory served me right, I made his life a living hell for the majority of it. But in recent years, things had changed. I started protecting Milo, started helping him out, indulged his pleas to play, and even got him a fucking bunny. And now Milo was saying he was on my side. Milo, who had no reason to be, was on my side. I feel the tears build behind my eyes and force them away, not wanting to break down in front of Zander of all people.

I have no regrets. “How about something normal, though? It’d be a total mood killer if neither of us can figure out how to get it off.” Fallon rolls her eyes, spinning around to rummage through the top drawer of her dresser. “Fine.” She pauses, then turns back to me, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Or you could just skip the bra and panties, guys fucking love that.” “Gross!” I grab a pillow from beside me on the bed and toss it in Fallon’s direction.

I was about to close the window when someone suddenly stepped inside the carriage. I locked eyes with Fytar. He snickered. "So? You still miss Guerrian?" "Of course not. I'm just looking outside. Why are you inside here if that was the case?" "I'll go wherever I want. The Frosts don't have so many rules." Then, he lifted my veil and kissed me. "Lady Bydona, you still owe me for what happened back then. You'd better make it up to me." I raised my eyes in surprise. He looked out, chuckled, and shut the window.

Chapter 42: Whispers in the Desolation Xal'dar trudged through the desolate wasteland that was once Xylos. The vibrant forests he remembered were replaced by a twisted mockery of nature – skeletal trees clawed at the blood-red sky, and the ground was littered with the shattered remnants of buildings. A chilling wind howled, carrying with it the mournful echoes of a world lost.

"If that is what it takes to give me some breathing space, I’ll cuss you out till one of us gets tired and it won’t be me.” They looked at each other, having one of their annoying silent conversations. And in the heat of the moment, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and my stomach dropped to the floor. Notifications everywhere. Videos already posted. Comments exploding. "OMG THE PRINCESS HAS FOUR BODYGUARDS" "are they all dating her????? REVERSE HAREM VIBES" "this is literally fanfiction come to life" "she looked SO pissed lmaooo"

A low rumble vibrated in his chest, the primitive sound sending goose bumps racing across my skin. In a daze, I watched Four’s body lower to mine, my legs sliding apart to accommodate the width of his hips. My muscles strained with the urge to lift toward him, to hasten the contact between us that I had been craving since I first laid eyes on him. Lowering his head, he took my mouth again, bruising my lips with a fine edge of violence.