Institute Fallout 4 Novels & Stories

I twirled myself on the leather office chair, thinking of a strategy to cash in an important business deal. Unsuccessful, I stood up and moved to the glass window that overlooked the skyline of New York City. I felt powerful being up here, where I saw everyone like tiny ants. Where I felt invincible in the horrors of this world. A loud bang on my door snapped me from my thoughts before someone barged into my office. “DON’T YOU HAVE— “I started shouting, only to turn to see my father. Embarrassed, I began, “F-father I-I thought you were…”

He wasn’t expecting things to escalate like this. “This is worrying. There was someone spreading anti-unity messages in the warrior army last week, too.” “And what happened with that situation?” “I believe he’s still in the pack hospital, Alpha.” “Very good,” Lucas chuckled as they headed around to the rear of the packhouse where the car park was. “But I think we’re going to have to keep our eye on this closely.” They rounded the corner and Cara gasped as she saw the side of her car covered in scrawling red writing that read LUNA = IMPURE CAPE WHORE.

were able? The fallen alpha’s chest seemed to weigh down at the thought of seeing everything crumble again and that made him acted before thinking. With an impulse he grabbed her and with that minuscule and fragile body in his arms, he ran. He ran with his feet in the dark earth, with his hair in the wind in a humanoid form that had never been allowed to use. Kalias ran while hoping to get to that place in time, to the lake that was able to help her improve.

He checked the amount and value of the recent harvest from the wasteland that was stated in the ledger. The yearly cross-house tournament was coming, and house Valentino had to offer their share of resources that would be used as part of the reward to give to the Victors. Rufus Valentino rubbed his forehead as he laid his back on the chair made from agar wood . Vampires don't really get tired, but they sure as hell aren't immune to frustration. "I should have a damn secretary for these stuffs" count Rufus muttered with exasperation in his tone.

Tasha: Are you okay? I frowned. Me: Yeah. Why? Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then it appeared again. Tasha: I just… saw the news. My stomach dropped. I already knew what “the news” meant. Lake’s confession had gone viral overnight. His past, his mistakes, his growth, all laid bare for the world to dissect like vultures over a carcass. Some people praised his honesty. Others dragged him through the mud like he was some kind of criminal mastermind instead of a flawed human who’d grown.

I stayed abroad for a full month, and the project stalled with me. When Vincent finally saw me walk back in, the relief on his face was almost embarrassing. I ran a quick check on the algorithm Sophia had tampered with, along with the crashed system program. "She changed too much. The entire system needs to be recalibrated from scratch. A full fix will take time. A month at the earliest," I concluded. "But the investor's team is coming to review progress today." Vincent began pacing in his office. "Here's what we'll do. Lina, come to the meeting with us. Tell them you're still the lead on the project, that everything goes through you. That works, right?"

It came to a bone-jarring halt against a massive concrete pillar. "Out! Out! Out!" Marcus roared, throwing the sliding door open. He didn't wait for my foot to heal. He hooked his arm under my waist. Hauled me out of the smoking wreckage of the van. His heavy boots splashed through puddles of oil and stagnant water. We scrambled toward a reinforced steel door labeled DATA INFRASTRUCTURE: UNIT 04.

Sometimes he opened his mouth like he would say something protective and then closed it again. “Scarlett,” he said finally, standing so close I felt the heat of his skin. “If you do this, if you pull these men out like teeth, there will be fallout. You know that.” “I know.” The word was simple, but it contained more than the syllable made it sound like. I had catalogued the fallout. Echo-2 had supplied likely ranges: displaced operators, orphaned ledgers, revenge attempts. It had also provided a list of innocents who might be imperiled if we moved publicly. I had seen them in the models and felt my chest tighten.

The world outside was a cacophony of sound—screams, sirens, and the roar of a city waking up to the truth. "The server!" Chalida shouted, pointing to the console, which was now sliding toward the edge of the collapsing floor. "If it falls, the data on the local drive is lost! The only copies left are in the cloud!" "Let it fall!" Pim cried out, clutching Chalida’s arm as they dangled over the precipice of the building’s remains. "Let it all fall!" The console tipped over the edge, plummeting thirty stories toward the chaotic streets below. The server shattered upon impact, a shower of sparks and plastic raining down into the abyss.

Just Ray stops laughing, wipes the red honey off his lips with his shirt, and moves around the metallic cave, trying to find something. “I’m not taking you—” “Why not!?” “I am not getting killed,” Just Ray shouted. “Just Ray, do not fret. No one will kill you,” I promised. “We will keep you alive forever, your honey is wonderful!” He eyed me suspiciously and moved piles of his treasures to the side, useless things until he found a life-saver. It’s black with various patches sewn in to keep it together, the metal rusting, the handle made of wood, and he rubs a strange substance on it to get it to open up.