Fallout 4 Short Novels & Stories

Four defeated Zayn by kicking his leg and pinning him down to the floor. "You did good" Four said getting off Zayn and gave him hand which he took and got up. they both catch their breaths while looking at the army in front if them training. "Soo how long will to take for me to make my soul weapon?" Zayn asked "i don't know!" Four replied "The war is in less than 48 hours " Zayn said making four turn towards him. "I can only train you the way i was. As for the weapon you have to do it yourself"

I need to hit something. I park by an abandoned building then head inside. I punch in the eight-digit code by the elevator disguised as a collapsed shaft, and with a click, it drops me four floors into my underground training center. I can already feel the heat from the room along with the familiar smell of blood. The doors slide open to the sound of my men’s grunts and curses as they train.The corridors are narrow with black rubber mats and heavy workout bags. About twenty of my men are scattered across the room. The second they spot me, the room is instantly quiet.

Cara poked her head into the bathroom, where the shower had been running for the last forty minutes. Dane's hulking, naked body took up much of the glassed off shower area, and he had his forehead pressed against the cold tiles. She knew today had been hard for him.

" To never go back." He took the flag off his shoulder and slowly touched its tip on one of the lights on the candle stand. The fire caught on the flag started spreading slowly as it burnt the flag of the United States of America. Without a word, he walked out of the table and headed to a bowl where he dropped the flag and let it burn. Then, he returned to the table. With a wicked smile, he said " the mighty eagle shall fly no more for the reaper shall reap the eagle. " He smiled again. " The time has come. Let the game begin." Positioned on a part of the wall, a small camera recorded the events of the moment.

A faint blue screen floated right in front of my eyes: [Apocalypse Hoarding System Activated] [Countdown to Global Sub-Zero Event: 59 Days, 21 Hours, 59 Minutes] [Initial Spatial Storage Unlocked] [Current Task: Liquidate all non-essential assets and hoard maximum survival resources.]

Hallie Shaw lived her life judging everyone with a rigid scorecard. When we were dating, she used to say that any person or event scoring below ninety points wasn't worth a second of her time. After marriage, every single thing I did was evaluated. On our wedding anniversary, I prepared a full spread of her favorite dishes. She took one bite and said, "Eighty-nine points." Then she set down her utensils and left to share a meal with Miles, who allegedly had a poor appetite. For the company's anniversary party, I tried on twenty-seven suits, only for her to glance at me and say, "Eighty-eight points. Not suitable to bring along." That very night, she walked into the celebration with Mil

“But now it’s emotional about it.” I exhaled slowly. “We need structure,” I said. The room stilled. They always listened when my tone dropped like that. “She doesn’t get cornered. She doesn’t get rushed. And she doesn’t get lied to.” Dylan nodded immediately. “Agreed.” Kade folded his arms. “Transparency reduces fallout.” Jeremy blinked. “Wow. I like this version of us.” No one acknowledged him. Dylan tilted his head. “So… what does that look like?”

" His eyes traveled from my bandaged feet, up to the slits on my dress, his eyes lingered there as his lips tugging upwards. I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes . He shook his head, clearing his throat, "Damn Bella, that dress." "Perv," I stated smacking his arm. He just shrugged ignoring me, taking my foot in his hands caressing it slowly sending tingles on my thigh. "What are you doing?" I asked withdrawing my foot but he only tightened his grip. "It's called PDA," Rita whispered in my ear. "Huh?" I asked half distracted. "Public display of affection," she translated.

Specially Felix who was already sweating in front of his teacher. Felix turned his head around slowly. And Ms. Ann glance at the guard who shouted in a slow motion. Felix saw him walking straight to his direction. The look of the guard was very mad and because of fear Felix went quickly at the back of Ms. Ann and hide in.

he trailed off clearing his throat,” the third wheel,” the tone of his voice was lowering with each phrase, “so a tricycle means more room…per say,” Britney and I exchanged looks when he added, “or maybe not, yeah a bicycles fine.” We burst out into giggles as now it was Chris’ turn to pull the confused look, “I don’t ...” he trailed of switching his glance between us too. He looked like an adorable confused puppy with those eyes. “She’s just messing with you baby,” Britney explained through her melting chuckles. I grinned when his eyes fell on me. “Relax, “ I eased, folding my arms, “ I would have thought after four years you would have learned to speak Makaylan," I huffed, “you can destr