Fallout 4 Short Novels & Stories

“Why didn't you ask for your size?” “I had no idea they'll give me something small” I argued. It was truly not my fault. I struggled trying to pull the shorts up and one of my nails broke. I muttered an ouch and pulled out my hands. I starred at the chipped nail, I would have to cut it off. I had been keeping nails while trying to blend into the partial vampire nature, I had noticed all vampires had long nails, but theirs were a lot more study. Daphne walked up to me and grabbed the shorts by either side. “Hold on tight” she mutters and I hold unto her neck as she forces the shorts up to my waist.

Maybe he still believed that if he lowered himself enough, I'd forgive him—just like I had, again and again, across three lifetimes. But this time, he was wrong. I looked at him and said clearly, "There's nothing left to say between us. It's over. The man I'm marrying is Jace." I had given him three chances—three lives. And each time, he had used that love to destroy me. Even to kill me. This time, I only wanted peace. I only wanted Jace. Something in my certainty seemed to break Lance. He lowered his head, shoulders trembling like a scolded child.

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Jordan said. “I’ll buy one, or I’ll borrow one just to feed it your severed balls. Just… don’t fucking tell a soul.” I was standing up now, looking back toward the trail that we had walked in on and lowering my tight shorts down to my ankles. “If only you weren’t so fucking clueless sometimes, you could be licking my pussy right now,” I said sarcastically. Once my shorts were down and unhooked from one leg, I sat back down, spread my legs open, and began to play with myself. “I can’t believe I’m doing this in front of you.” “Neither can I,” Jordan agreed with wide eyes.

I was meant to die, and they despise me for it, they’re bitter, because my promised one has come to greet me. Seth is so much bigger and taller than I thought he would be, broad-shouldered, with alabaster skin and black hair. His eyes are dark orange and I’m mesmerized because I’ve never seen a color like it. He is wearing casual clothes, a polo, and long brown pants because he wouldn’t be busy today. But his frown plastered over his face shows he was so worried about me. I flashed my fangs, victorious because I had won. He takes my hand and everyone watches as he is forced to get down on one knee and kiss the hand of the woman he failed to kill.

“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.

His vision dimmed, and he realized that his time was short. "Elara," he managed to whisper, struggling to get the words out. "I'm coming." With one final, shaky breath, Draven closed his eyes. He felt his life slipping away, but he held on tightly to the hope that he had saved her.

he said. But later, when Meredith learned that I'd chosen to marry Landon, she blatantly mocked me. "I heard the zombies are so far gone that they're about to get kicked out of the Otherkin Alliance, Annabelle. They can't even feed themselves. Let's hope you don't starve to death before even getting pregnant! "Things are the opposite with the Whitefang pack. I heard they're so wealthy that they can afford to add precious herbs even when taking baths. Well, if you're willing to grovel at my feet and beg me, I'll consider giving you some of my leftovers."

And from this distance, I wasn’t supposed to be able to hear a damn thing but my hyper fixation on them made it very easy to. “Eyes front, Cara Mia,” he said to her while the endearment he used, my love, felt like acid against my own veins. Her spine went rigid, her eyes fluttering as she forced her gaze away from me and fixed it forward instead. Like she was ignoring me. My jaw locked as my nails pressed into my palm so hard I could swear that I had drawn my own blood. But then I exhaled slowly. The rage didn’t fade, not at all, it just settled. It had to. For now.