Fallout Piper Novels & Stories

Yorick says, sliding his hand back into mine. “Well, now I’m in a bad mood,” Piper says. “Maybe you’re hangry, Hellfire. Let’s go get lunch,” Zach says. “You and your nicknames,” I say, laughing. “Hey, if the nickname fits, who am I to argue. Piper’s got that fiery red hair and a temper to match. I love the passion,” he says, winking at her. “Stop flirting with me,” she says, shaking her head, but her lips are twitching.

Me: . Piper: ??? Me: I can't walk, Piper. I'm embarrassed to have people see me like this. I'm thirty-two and using a walker like I'm ninety. Piper: Operative word...walk(er). She's all over the place the last couple of days. Hot and cold. Grateful and heedless. She's becoming Sybil, and I never know which personality I'm going to get on a daily basis. Today she seems to be Positive Polly while I'm pairing up with Captain Jackass.

A month ago in New York, Piper was derailed after Sebastian’s refusal to let her parents see their daughter. She did not even know the girl’s name or where Rush’s father lived. The last time she met Sebastian’s father was at the hospital and she was too eager to return to Ezrah to care. Piper walked into a bar and began ordering drinks. By the time she was done, her legs felt like jelly, and she fell by the wayside before the cab she ordered could arrive.

She first joined as a guest attendant, but with time she got promoted and now works closely with Mateo and Levi. Piper is fairly an attractive woman. She is younger than the rest of them. She is twenty-five. She has naturally cocoa brown long hair. She might not be as tall as Blaire, or she might be skinny, but she is not a meek person. She is stronger than she looks and smart. She knows how to take care of things and often helps Mateo around. She is a sweet person, who is always thinking about the betterment of the person she cares about. She might not be a brutal person, but when it comes to protecting the ones she loves, she doesn’t hold back.

They started walking toward the street corner, talking lightly about nothing important, clothes, random gossip, and stupid memes Ember had saved. Piper’s phone buzzed with a text. Rollins. She stared at it in disbelief, opening the message, a second text came through before she could respond. “Should I inform the authorities that you sheltered a wanted fugitive last night…” Pause. Then the final line appeared. “…or are you going to start cooperating?” Piper stopped walking. Ember turned. “What?” Piper didn’t answer, she turned the screen to her. The calm from the spa evaporated in seconds as the reality settled heavily in her chest

I turned to look at King Reagan, in the back of my mind the very notion that everything I believed and knew could change in an instant. “My King, I’ve been meaning to bring something to your attention.” I spoke. He rose his brows at me curiously. I don’t know why it was so hard to get this out. Probably because it threatened to shift the trajectory of our way of life as we knew it. Because in one split second our fight could change, the enemy we had spent decades combating too. “The girl… Piper, remember how I told you dark ones had chased her down?” I asked. His expression became stern. “And we agreed that whatever you and your soldiers think you had seen was a ruse.”

" I'll be fine , i promise. Just frat and i won't get drunk. I will be home early and I want you to stay awake for me. Will you?" He chuckles in the background and I could feel him run his hands down his hair. " Please..." " You know I can't resist this voice. I'm already missing you so badly." I blush and lick my bottom lip. " Someone's already getting wet talking to her boyfriend." Piper mutters from the hallway. " Thanks, Gray. I'll be careful." " Sure. Just don't get drunk." I breathe in and hang up the call. Piper is already dressed. Surprising , she's wearing a red long sleeve crop top and black joggers too with white sneakers.

She was woefully out of her league when it came to her not-date with the Steampunk Captain Hook. "This is a good look." Piper stepped out of the bathroom and flipped the lights. Another powerhouse, Piper was the Sound Doctor. An independent contractor no one game company could afford. The rumor was her very ears were insured. "You have two options." Tamara pointed her lollipop at Andrea. "One, dress like the hot, smart woman you are and be treated like a dumb piece of ass. Or two, blend in as one of the guys, and fly under the radar until you're too valuable to be underrated, and then who cares what you look like?"

“Look at you coming undone for me. Look at the woman who just took down an Alpha screaming my name in pleasure, begging me for more. FUCK, you’re so hot. And don’t you worry baby, I’m going to give you more. I’m going to give you everything you need.” Another orgasm rips through me just before I feel his warm mouth on my nipple, sucking on it hard and making my already hard orgasm even stronger. I feel Fallon pushing forward. She’s so close to the surface that I feel like I’m on the verge of shifting. ‘It’s time, Piper,’ she growls in my mind. ‘It’s time to make them ours.’

By my son's side. Hazel pick the tension and turned to Piper. Not me. Like she couldn't bear to look at me. “ What's he saying? What clone? Could one of you say something already? You're killing me here, you know?” “ It's alright if you don't know everything.” Piper gruffed, eyes searching for something in the room. He gave up, walked to the bed, and lowered himself. The bed sank under his weight like age has grown fond of the soft padding Christian had gotten up from moments before.