Fallout Novels & Stories

Terror ripped through the thin fibers of my being. I didn’t know what to do as I stared at the computer, watching in horror at the scene before me. There was no where I could look that didn’t show chaos and destruction. My beloved town of Moon Valley was being pummeled by the Raze.

My Innocent Prend Buy me a chocolate frappe pleeeeease * with crying and pleading emoji *. I'll give you 20k, thankyou * kissing emoticon * "Just take me down to Manzato Mall" I said to Daevon in the middle of the drive. He frowned at me as if waiting for me to add it. I wanted to roll my eyes again but I stopped it. "I need to buy something and then I will go to my friend" I added. That's when his eyebrows calmed down. While on the road I chose to distract my cellphone. As I was scrolling I saw a post about one of our friends, Rozz.

“Merrilee called me to ask if everything was okay. — Hmph... What is that girl thinking? Matt sighed. The height of his anger had already passed, probably because he was so tired and depressed. - What matters? Her sisters had a lot of work to organize everything. Somebody you might as well take advantage of it... “But this is just too bizarre. He shrugged. “The Fallons are like that. They do things their way. - That is true. Though the Fallon family had been a part of their lives since he'd met Merilee, offering her a place to go after school and a hot meal while her mother worked her shifts, she had never been very comfortable with Merilee's parents. The doctor James Fallon, a scientist res

“It’s just...sinking. Slowly. And possibly alive.” “I’m starting to think Charlie let us come out here on purpose,” Ben said. “Like a final ‘good luck, dumbasses’ before we step into a trap.” “Guys...” Jax’s voice went quiet. “I think we’re stepping into a trap right now.” The ground squelched beneath them—then clicked. Gunner’s eyes widened. “Don’t move—” Too late. Runes hidden beneath the mud lit up in sickly green. Tyler swore. “Son of a—”

“Lighten up, hombre. We’ve been in worse scrapes.” Fernández gaped at Roo in shocked disbelief. “The fuck we have,” he muttered. “Fallujah. Bogotá. Islamabad,” Roo counted off. “Want me to go on?” “I don’t remember no zombie corpses crawling after us in Islamabad,” sulked Fernández. “That opioid cartel. Those guys were high as fuck. Same thing.” Fernández grunted.

Fallout wasn’t always loud. Sometimes, it was quiet destruction. ⸻ Elena stared at her phone, unmoving. The numbers were still climbing—but not in her favor. ⸻ Comments had shifted. Support had thinned. Contracts—paused. Campaigns—under review. ⸻ One message stood out among the rest: “We’ll be stepping back from future collaborations until further notice.” ⸻ Her jaw tightened. ⸻ “No…” she whispered. ⸻

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.

He'd found himself almost retching from discomfort and couldn't be more thankful when his feet found solid earth again As usual Erick was angry, at the friggin magical world and now at this almost magicless one, he'd read the big emboldened sign that said New Fall in an awful cursive, of course the trolls would bungle off the prince's drop off zone to a town in the middle of nowhere

Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.

he said. I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t say anything. Nico’s eyes flicked back to me. His expression was unreadable, but it cut me anyway. “Dad,” he muttered. Then his gaze locked on mine again. “My new stepmother?” he asked, voice slow and almost mocking. “Pleasure to meet you.” Liar. There was no pleasure here. Only fire. And I was already burning.