Fallout Fan Novels & Stories

she asserted proudly, lifting her chin high in the air and looking down at me—partly because of her arrogant attitude, but also because she was slightly taller than me. I raised my eyebrows even higher and gave her a sweet, innocent, yet challenging smile. "So? Okay… Margarette Salvatierra. And…?" "I am the president of Eros’s Official Fan Club!" she announced as if that title alone made her royalty. Oh great. Just what I needed. Another crazy fan girl. "Did I ask? Did I ask for your resume or your job description?" I teased her casually. She looked absolutely furious, her face turning red with rage. She grabbed my hair at the nape once again, this time much harder than before, and shook my

Renriel did not care about the answer he would receive and much less about how it would unfold -all he wanted at that time was to see how far Kalias and Aynur would go, to see the fallen become a king again and maybe show himself that it was possible. A fallen king could always return to his throne. ☽ ━━━━━━━━ ❍ ━━━━━━━━ ☾

[Damn it, he backed out! What do I do, everyone? Please help!!! How can I get him to agree to come out?!] Aside from the commenters cheering him on, the same user who had first offered advice reappeared. [Does it have to be your buddy who takes the fall?] [Can't you just find someone else?] Simon replied, clearly displeased: [No. It has to be him. I just don't like him. You have no idea—during lunch today, the way he acted all high and mighty pissed me off. Anyway, I want to see him socially ruined and condemned by everyone!]

“Give this man an Oscar and this woman her man back!” The hashtags were unstoppable: #TillAutumnDoUsPart. #LakeAndIvy. #PretendButReal. Fan edits appeared within hours—slow-motion montages of their laughter, their fights, that kiss. Teenagers recorded crying reaction videos. Couples tagged each other, captioning it, “This is so us,” as if their arguments could somehow hold the same cinematic glow. Even celebrities joined the frenzy. A bestselling romance novelist tweeted: “Just watched the fake marriage film from that retreat. WHOLEHEARTEDLY obsessed. Where’s the book deal?”

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

Linux responded, trying to look natural and cover his mouth so his words wouldn’t carry. “Thats Jared Chaser, from Rapture Investments.” He murmured. “Oh!” Linux almost yelled, slapping the table causing his fork to fly off and clink on the floor. Tarrin shook his head at his friend. Linux quickly reached out a foot and tried scooting the fork back closer. Josey looked over towards them because of the noise and Linux froze with his leg extended out from the table. looking at the ceiling. “I can’t take you anywhere.” Tarrin commented under his breath.

" Including that of the governor of Philly. " " What? Governor of Philadelphia? You mean Tom Wilson? Tom Wilson is dead?" " That's what it appears to be. Right now, we are trying to locate the possible source of the missile. " " I will get to work I'm mediately. Let's see if my magic hands can perform any magic. " He smiled and headed his way. Behind him, the lady smiled. With Kane in the picture, hope had been revived. Inside a dark space in the Federal Bureau of Investigations, a hand hit a button and everything about the source was erased from their main database.