Fallout Ao3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Are you out of your mind? Giving you 30,000 is already against the rules. How could you ask for three million? Just rob a bank at this point!" Connor joined in, "You're going overboard, Zachary. Three million? That's straight-up extortion. If we call the cops, they could lock you up. Just take the win, dude." That was when it hit me. These two were playing a game. One played the bad guy, the other the good guy. Most likely, they were working together and had already pocketed the three million for themselves.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

I merely found Wendy's threat laughable. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to my assistant. "She wants to take over all our projects, right? Tell all the departments to get ready. Start withdrawing all our investments in the Sanders Group now!" Three minutes later, Wendy, who was narrating their sweet love story in the live stream, suddenly screamed upon seeing a text on her phone.

Then his tone turned sharp. "What, forgot your ID again? Scared something might've stopped you this time too?" I took a breath. "I said—I'm not here to get married. Just give me the ring—" His satellite phone blared. He picked up. A panicked voice shouted through the line: "Don! It's bad! Ms. Camorra OD'd—sleeping pills. We don't think she'll make it. And... there's a note. She wrote that it was Ms. Mortoro who pushed her to it!"

AI3 paused, "But there is a mission you have to complete before he can be made the protagonist" "Nothing good ever comes from you" "Prompt_ Save the Whole world and stop the spread of the infection!"

[hey guys! let's start book 3, shall we? LOl. Merry Christmas everybody! so before we begin book 3, I realized the version of Apod on Good novel (book 2) is the only one that didn't have this chapter. I must have forgotten to post it and for that I'm sorry. Whilst it will take away nothing from book 2, I feel it is essential for Character development and just a recap of some elements in book 1. Please note that the events of this chapter took place in book 2.]

this. Could you listen out for the door?” Taylor calls through. “Sure thing,” I respond. It must be important if someone is calling at this time on a Friday night, so I give him his space, grabbing my e-reader and settling down on the top step to wait for our food. I am so engrossed in my book that the knock on the door startles me. I can hear Taylor talking urgently so I take the food into the kitchen and help myself before putting the rest in the oven to stay warm, too hungry to wait. I am just about finished scoffing down my pad thai when Taylor walks into the kitchen, looking apologetic. “Sorry, Abs, that took longer than I thought.” “No worries. Sorry, I was starving and couldn’t wait,

“By the way, you said that we’re fighting his war. What do you mean by that?” Kim cocked her brow. “Didn’t anybody tell you?” “He’s a new recruit, remember?” Cara waved me to come close. “Listen, Aurelius is planning to create a Third Great War.” “What?” I snapped. “Hush, not so loud,” Dave whispered. “We don’t want to attract those birdbrains’ attention, do you?” I shook my head in response.

Maya was pregnant, homeless, and terrified. "Is this it?" Maya asked softly into the silence. "Is this the plan? We hide here until we starve?" Ren looked at his hands. They were caked in filth. He looked at the rusted pipe he still carried as a weapon. He thought about the luxury apartment. The taste of the steak. The soft sheets. It felt like a different life. A different save file. "This isn't the end," Ren whispered. "This is Arc 3." "What?" Leo looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "Stop talking like it's a game, Ren. My dad is dying."

***the previous chapter is the last chapter in which Amory’s POV will appear. We have now arrived at the point of the original book ‘Damaged’ on the chapter titled ‘Three Years Later’ if you wish to read both books as they occur in-sync with each other*** Amory is behind the bar dressed in a black halter top with black booty shorts and silver stilettos, which is typical for her, and I see her kick into high gear when Sy starts waving to get someone’s attention. We all know that this is do-or-die time! But a couple of drunk dumb fucks smashed to the ground behind me, breaking glasses and spilling liquor everywhere.