Fallout 4 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He laughs and kisses my forehead and carefully pulls out, and I whimper at the loss, at the emptiness, at the feeling of his warm cum slowly dripping out of me onto my sheets. "That's hot," he murmurs, looking down at where his cum leaks from my swollen, well-fucked pussy. "That's so fucking hot, Stella." "You're hot." I pull him down beside me. "That was hot. Everything about this is hot." "Round two?" "Already?" He's hard again. His cock is pressed against my thigh, fully erect, twitching with interest. "Four years of fantasies," he reminds me. "We've barely started." "I can't feel my legs."

Dad suddenly appeared before my eyes. He gave me a great shock because he was supposed to have perished years ago in a zombie attack. It was only then that it dawned on me—I had gone back in time, for some reason, and today was the day my dad, Ernest Falken, the apocalypse base commander, asked me to pick a future husband for myself. When Dad saw that I kept glancing toward Curtis Granger, a look of understanding crossed his face. "Since you've decided on Curtis, I'll get him to come in, then."

June cried, hugging him tight. Then a cold shadow fell over them. The girl 04 was standing at the edge of the crater. She did not look like a girl anymore. The girl 04 was taller now. Her skin had this black glow. The girl 04s eyes were not purple or brown like they used to be. They were blood red now. The girl 04 said "The joining is finished." The girl 04s voice was really deep. It did not sound like a kids voice all. "Thank you Sister," the girl 04 said. "I could not have opened the door from the side without your help."

The second I got back upstairs, I froze. Mom. Ethan. And Olivia. All staring at me strangely. “Oh Goddess,” Maximus groaned. “What happened now?” “…What?” I asked cautiously. Mom crossed her arms. “What exactly are you telling Olivia?” At the same time Ethan mindlinked me. Mate thinks we’re drug addicts. Care to explain why she believes we own imaginary hybrid wolf-dogs?

Fourth Shadow (Vera's POV) I stormed into Starfang’s war room, dawn light cutting through the holographic scans. My chest burned with anger and sadness—Selene had the shard, and I’d failed. My claws twitched, moonstone necklace pulsing. “We lost it,” I muttered, slamming a fist on the table. Gabriel followed, his amber eyes steady. “We’ll get it back,” he said, brushing my arm. I nodded, but the sting lingered. Selene’s escape replayed—her taunt about a fourth shard echoing. My heart sank.

I suddenly opened my eyes and pressed my chest. The sound of my heart pounding exploded in my ears. During my previous life, Until the moment I died, Rick Duncan still had a disgusted look on his face. The memories of my previous life caused my heart to ache. I felt like I was overwhelmed with pain. The laughter of Rick and Jennifer Frost came from downstairs. "Rick, you're so annoying. I can't believe you're not willing to come to the art exhibition with me!"

“And I’ll stay.” I crossed to her, brushed my hand against her shoulder. “You link the second something changes. Even a flicker.” “I will.” Maddox touched Evelynn’s hand one more time. Calder breathed out a curse. Rafe kissed her temple. And then the four of us walked out into the hall. Brothers going to war. The pack house smelled like dust, smoke, and blood. The roof had partially collapsed. Shards of stone and broken beams littered the ground. Glass crunched under our boots.

“Sweetheart, spill it. I almost died the other day you know “up to now, she was still traumatized at the thought of April and her mother getting to them. She had thought that the two had learned their lesson but apparently, they decided to fight until the end. They lost anyway and she couldn’t say that she was happy. she was kind of hoping for a reconciliation, something similar to what Jared and Nolan had become. He moved closer and then removed the strand of hair from her face.” forget about April. I told her that she will never get to you and now she is the one lying on the ground while we have each other for the rest of our lives. Cheer up.” Jared then winked at her cheekily. This man al

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

I can. My mind wanders, touching my lips, wondering what else tastes good that comes out of Ray. Maybe I could bring him back here, keep him for myself. I could make Seth jealous of the monster in the woods. I fall asleep, still in my jeans and shirt, and tomorrow I will execute my plan of ensuring that I have never been rejected.