Idiot Savant Fallout Novels & Stories

Lucian yelled, “NO!” Elara grabbed her phone with trembling hands. Her voice cracked. “911! Please—we need help—there’s been a home invasion—people are hurt—please hurry—!” and she mentions the address. Few minutes later, sirens approached. Damien slumped, losing consciousness. The police burst in minutes later and removed the men. Everything was kept off the news exactly because the Hale name shielded by its influence. Elara sat beside Lucian on the ambulance steps, shaking. Lucian whispered, voice raw, “Elara… the baby… is mine?”

One toppled, spilling half its contents. ‘We’re being shredded online! I had a whole launch planned after this! And you blew it! Now, fix it.’ ‘H-how?’ Violet stammered. ‘How the hell should I know? Shouldn’t you have thought of that before you went ahead with your dumbfuck idea?’ Savannah’s phone buzzed on the floor. The vibration rattled on the tiles, loud and urgent. She bent, snatched it up, swore when she saw the name onscreen, took a deep breath, braced herself, then hit answer. ‘Miss Holloway, I was just about to—’

she suggested. She was clearly trying to get me killed so no one could attest to her crimes. To my dismay, David and Nick both agreed to her suggestion. Ignoring my objections, they forcefully dragged me to the front of the building. A group of tall and muscular men was camping around the main entrance. They looked extremely enraged. When they saw me, they immediately pounced in my direction. Before the group of men could beat me up, someone in the crowd yelled, "Natalie Hoffman isn't the one who killed Max Campbell!"

" I know that tonight is really a heartbreaking night. You expected to hear something really positive from the president. You hoped your strength would be filled again. But then, it's the opposite. It is not a reason to be sad or bitter. Rather, it's more reason for you to find strength from yourselves. Tonight, the president of the United States of America has suffered a great blow. Whatever is wrong with him has not been figured out yet. All we know is that his health is a million times worse than that of you people. You are not in this alone. If the president can be struck this badly, then who are we to stay safe. This is a challenge to all of us. And we must embrace it with full strengt

“What? What do you mean?” “I mean besides the incident where you were nearly assaulted by an unknown man, there is no proof you ever spoke to Zeke,” she says softly. “I can see why you would want a relationship with him. He is quite handsome and he was your savior.” “I didn’t make that up!” She ignores me and continues. “Now there is Henry Hull, the so-called cult leader of the group of monsters. Do you know what comes up on Google when you put in that name?”

Anthony continued to work after he had Luke fix the house. As he was working, his phone by the side lit up. He frowned and looked at it—it was an email. When Anthony read the sender’s name, he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. ‘Cabbage’? This name sounded silly, but it attracted immense international recognition last year. Legend had it that she was a genius. She once instructed a doctor online to save a patient who had 38 bullets in them. She earned her fame from then on.

Inessa's breathing hitch, processing Emily's words. "Jake Salvador was one of the biggest enemies of Sinister and even Sinister's father. He had tried to kill Sinister before but Sinister wasn't able to catch him and this time, Salvador tried to harm Sinister's weakness by trying to hurt Inessa , " Emily spoke which made Inessa gasped in fear "But don't worry, last week, Cyrus and his men had attacked on Jake Salvador's hideout and successfully killed him because he was present there and he got his punishment for trying to harm our Inessa, "

he said. "This is bad," I said, rubbing my temples while the panic started to set in. "I’m an idiot. I just ruined everything, didn't I? If that was one of Lucian's men, our whole plan is blown before we even start the next phase. I should have been more careful."

He held up a receipt stamped with an official seal. The internet erupted once again. "Ten-million fraud" and "eight-million tax evasion" shot straight to the top of trending lists. The second strike landed. Matthias's complete social downfall was sealed.

The hunger for revenge devoured Logan's sanity. His eyes locked onto a vase on the table. Before he could think, he'd already swung it with full force into Joann's skull. "You murdered my daughter!" he screamed. "You don't deserve to breathe!" Blood burst from the wound as Joann collapsed to the floor, coughing up a mouthful of blood. She pleaded weakly, "Cough… Logan, I was wrong. Please… please let me go. Lily's gone... but we still have Gracie... I can give you a son... please..."