Fnf Void Novels & Stories

Queen Fara collapsed by his side while a puddle of red liquid began to seep from his body. “Ah, who’s next?” Rhyland asked, ticking his finger from Queen Fara to his father who’s face couldn’t hold anymore shock even if he wished. Holding the heart in his other palm, he took his finger and ran it along the blood that dropped off of the fresh organ.

Eve uttered as she made my face clear out of my bangs, that just made me realized that I am the dumbest being on the planet at this moment when it is finally unlocked. "I owe you a reward." I mouthed her and she just smiles widely and winked at me that just made me smile like a moron. "You finally have unlocked it? Let's call Matt already." Francis asked as he went near us and I tried to open AZ's contacts. Then, I found Mattel's number and punched it in. We waited for it to ring but it just says that the number is not available. "We are doomed," Francis muttered and I tried to call it again. But still, nothing.

"Barely." She threw a pen at him. He caught it, threw it back, and they were laughing, finally, the tension breaking into something manageable. Then work. Maps on the floor, financial records on tablets, the low hum of encrypted calls. Arielle traced Vance's corporate shells through three countries, found the thread that connected them to a foundation in Delaware, a man in Geneva, a name that wasn't his but could be. "Here," she said, pointing. "He's paying for his operation through this. Legal on the surface, dirty underneath. If I file the right motions, ask the right questions—"

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KIERAN I try to catch Mateo’s eye, but either the school-provided food is really interesting, or he’s ignoring me. Our friends give us a wide berth, shuffled to the end of the table, loudly talking as if to fill the void of mine and Mateo’s voices. Even Lana, who’s usually hanging off of Mateo like a bat, sits far away with pursed lips. I briefly wonder if Mateo told her what’s wrong before my conscious reminds me that it’s none of my business.

The planner fell silent for a moment before answering, “Mr. Quinn already called about this. He just asked us to keep the decorations and backdrop for three years, but that might be difficult. Those items are basically one-time use…” In that instant, I understood. He did not lack the time to notify both families. He simply did not want to deal with their questions. He believed I would be just like those cheap decorations, quietly waiting for him for three years.

The subtle stunned look in his eyes goes unnoticed by the rest of them, his falter only obvious to me as he clears his throat once more and hesitantly taps on the projector’s screen in his attempt to mask his surprise. Now, he remembers me. “Alright, so there’s been a new federal mandate. As contractors for the NSA, we’re starting a new project for the migration of IPv6…” Every word coming out of his mouth becomes obsolete at the ringing in my ears. I wish I could say that the reason I’m sitting here, absent-minded, is because I have a lot on my mind. But truth be told, I don’t have a lot on my mind. In fact, there’s nothing on my mind. It’s utterly blank, and no matter how hard I try to pay

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

“That’s reckless.” “Yes,” I said. “And necessary.” Elliot searched my face. “You’re sure?” I was. The feed went live. No script. No filter. No handlers. Just me. “My name is Cassie Vale,” I said, voice steady despite the weight pressing on my lungs. “And I am not asking for your trust.” I paused, letting that land. “I’m asking for your attention.” Data spiked immediately. Comments flooded in faster than the system could sort them. I kept going.