Fallout Fanfic Novels & Stories

“From your description, that’s true. I’d focus on what you need to do in the future to prevent these panic attacks, if that’s what it was. It’s a dangerous habit in someone who can outrun her guard.” Fallon blew out a breath, still amazed at that. He’d never heard of a woman being able to outrun a fully changed, adult male. If asked, he’d have sworn it couldn’t be done. He hated learning things about Rain behindhand. All he wanted was a nice tame married life, yet what he got was fireworks going off under his feet. He certainly couldn’t let her keep jumping off cliffs! Yet he didn’t want to smother her. There had to be a way to achieve some equilibrium.

"Let's see, the craziest thing was when a fan broke into my trailer and stole just my jeans and black boxers, nothing else." Fallon squinted behind her black-rimmed glasses, I was thankful she'd decided against contacts in favor of her trendy new frames. I liked her this way. The way I met her, the way she blinked up at me with thick black eyelashes, blind as a bat and cute as hell. "That's not very crazy."

"You haven't slept properly in days. Your brain is frying." Elara turned her laptop towards her. "Then explain this." On the screen was a new chapter. One she hadn't written. One that hadn't existed an hour ago. Fallon read the first line aloud. "She thinks I don't see her panic. But I feed on it." She looked up slowly. "Is this supposed to be funny?" Elara whispered, "I never typed that." As if on cue, a new sentence appeared on the screen. Typed. Slowly. Letter by letter:

I guess knowing that the world is going to end can put a damper on anyone’s dreams. I look up from my book when the door opens. Fallon walks in looking sexy in his tight skinny jeans, black tank top, and long, leather duster. His abdomen and firm thighs ripple with his movements, and his hair is cut short. Frowning, I rise from my perch and slide my fingers through his hair. “You cut it.” He sifts his fingers through the short locks and nods.

Nicha: "Mmm... yes... I'm working out right now." Parawee: "Then do you want to grab lunch together later? Let me make it up to you." Nicha: "Better not. I'm... mmm... swamped with work. Let's talk in a few days." Chayon: "How hilarious. Chatting with your boyfriend while currently getting fucked by his father." Nicha: "He's not that important anyway." Chayon: "You get your revenge, and I reap the benefits of Wee's divorce. Sounds like a win-win for both of us."

“Hurry!” We dove into the van, and Vanessa hit the gas, the tires kicking up gravel as we sped farfar from the ability . Behind us, explosions erupted because the servers overheated, sending plumes of smoke and hearthplace into the sky. The sight changed into each terrifying and exhilarating sight. “It’s over,” I whispered, my chest heaving. “We did it.” Ethan located a hand on my shoulder, his expression softening. “You did it, Anita.” The Fallout

Ace: The atmosphere inside my heart was changing. I felt unbelievably good. It was as if everything around me had changed. Even though the world had ended, I felt incredibly happy. It almost felt like I was on an adventure. And every moment I spent with the person beside me was special. Fallon. She had boarded our bus pretending to be an imposter, and somehow, after that, she had taken over my heart. It was like magic. There were moments when I desperately wished the world would return to normal, just so I could be alone with her in a bedroom, in an ordinary setting, where I could show her what an Alpha was like when he wasn't wearing his uniform.

No matter how many rules she had written… Damon DeLuca was going to break them.

The sight of the dilapidated structure, now barely standing amidst the encroaching wilderness, stirred a deep, aching sorrow within her. As she allowed her thoughts to wander back to those days, a heavy sigh escaped her lips, laden with the weight of memories too painful to fully embrace. "We can't do anything about it anymore, Dolor. And besides, that was a long time ago. Victoria is happy now, living with her child. Her life is beautiful and comfortable," Sinang replied, her voice as gentle as the breeze that swayed the trees. She offered a small, reassuring smile, hoping to soothe her friend’s troubled heart.

Fallon sighs from the side of us, both Lil and I turn to look at her. “I will be staying behind, you girls know field combat is not my strong point but I will wait at the infirmary in case I am needed” Lilith and I step forward and hug her. Fallon never really got over the ordeal with Cicero and Reece. She hated being in the field, but she is an incredible healer and spent her life running the infirmary.