Fallout Fanfic Crossover Mga Nobela at Kwento

“And I don’t want to scare you.” Fallon scoffed. “Baby, I already flirted with thin air on a public road. The scare already happened.” Elara exhaled, slow and shakily. “You know the current book I am writing, right?.” “I know you disappear into your laptop like it’s another dimension,” Fallon replied. “Yes.” “I created characters,” Elara said. “Too vividly. Too much. And one of them, Marek, he… crosses boundaries.” Fallon’s smile faded. “I know Marek. We all know Marek. The universe knows Marek. You made it so goodamn obvious, but crosses what kind of boundaries?”

Yara changed the topic to avoid the women getting jealous over who was prettier. Walter focused on watching Chase at the side. He had no idea what they were chatting about. Fallon and the others had seen Chase's fire attribute, Thousand Eyes and Flowers. Norm, who had never seen Chase fight, was filled with awe. He had initially thought Chase to be out of his league for shouting at Fallon. Fallon was the sect master of the nether realm's top unorthodox sect, the Nefarious Deity Sect, and he had risen to the top with his own abilities.

I love teasing boys. I grin again, loving how easy it is to bother Dante and he's dumbfounded as I quickly run out the door, off to freedom. Freedom is a perilous journey down the halls. The old stone floors and walls are starting to get warmer, the world outside heating up from the evil that is the morning star. I can see its glowing hue when I'm running out, peeking through the covers of the frosted windows, past the old pictures of people long dead, of ugly statues and strange sculptures of beasts. I get to the foyer, where the three staircases meet and lead down into the main entrance, and there's no escape.

I took one slow step backward. Then she spoke again. And I couldn’t move anymore. “I miss Tommy, Elena…” Mila whispered. Tommy. The boy in the foster. The version of him untouched by the world. “I miss the boy who used to stay behind me when things got bad.” I closed my eyes. Rainwater slid from my hair down the back of my neck. “But Aaron…” The silence that followed nearly killed me. I leaned my head back against the cold hallway wall, every muscle in my body pulled painfully tight while I waited for the bullet.