Institute Fallout 4 Novels & Stories

The place was a total fucking disaster, and almost everything was burnt but still, Ivan’s black truck was parked crookedly near the entrance. Nikolai threw his car door open and stepped out into the pouring rain. I scrambled out after him, the muddy ground slippery under my shoes. As we stepped through the entrance of the warehouse, the smell of gasoline invaded my senses, making me gag. In the center of the debris, surrounded by shattered concrete, was Ivan. He was on his knees. A heavy assault rifle lay on his lap, next to three empty liquor bottles. “Don't step any closer, Nikolai! I mean it!” Ivan roared without even turning around. His voice was hoarse from crying. Nikolai walked forwar

The company fired him and blacklisted him. I also demanded compensation from him. If he refused, I was ready to take him to court. People began avoiding him like the plague. The story even spread widely in our old university group chats. He was completely disgraced—both socially and within our shared circles. A week later, Simon left the company for good, and I received my compensation. Jay was also fired. Ashley sought treatment while filing lawsuits against both Jay and Simon. After that, my life gradually returned to its usual calm.

“I know you are strong, Faith. But my wolf doesn't care about logic. When you were hurt, it felt like the world was ending. I’m not letting my guard down yet.” The sweet moment was cut short when Leo walked into the dining room. He wasn't smiling, and his fingers were sparking with a frantic, messy blue technopath light. “We’ve got a massive data spike,” Leo said, tapping a handheld monitor. “The old High Council had a secret underground testing facility down at the base of the northern ridge. It’s called Sector Four. I thought it was completely abandoned after the Capital fell, but my sensors just detected a massive d******d sequence happening from their mainframe. Someone is trying to wipe

The screen lit up with a symbol—three concentric circles, pulsing slowly. “What is that?” Anais asked. Maris’s voice dropped. “That’s the last known project Julien worked on before going dark. He called it ‘Fallpoint.’” Cassian’s eyes narrowed. “What is it?” Maris looked them both in the eye. “It’s a reset, yes. But not just neural. It wipes data. Access codes. Identities. Everything. A total slate-cleaning operation. Not just for you — for him.” Anais took a shaky step closer. “Why would Julien want to erase himself?”

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

Jules smiled and gestured me to go. As I walk my thoughts fly again. I also plan to visit mom in the hospital today because I’m sure her surgery is over. I quickly got to the locker room and quickly searched for my number. "2405, 2406, 2407,2408! Gotcha!" I smiled as I opened my locker but stopped suddenly when I saw an envelope in it. My hands shakingly reached for it. I open the letter wide-eyed. Good day Oxians! You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME.

She said as she tapped rapidly on the tablet and made a swipe of her finger. Almost immediately, the television screen in the office lit up and began to display the news. The same news everyone was currently watching the live feed at the military base. The mass corpses and torched buildings came into view. Several amount of money was spent on the military base structures and now, everything was reduced to nothing. “What?!” President Waller exclaimed as he took two steps toward the television screen. His hands trembled by his side and his lips quivered. “Turn it off, Joyce!” he ordered and Joyce obliged.

“I will die of noble death.” You will die of foolishness, I stayed inside my head. “It’s fine if you come here, Eric,” Alpha Hugh interjected. His face was unreadable. “But you are only allowed to do so if Maddox and I are here.” “Then, can I have your number at least, Autumn? Let’s contact each other. What’s your social media account, by the way?” “I don’t have any social media accounts, Eric. And my phone…it suddenly stopped working. I will buy one first.”

"Don't waste your money, Mr. Gray. Renee won't hear about this—not now, not ever. You don't have to worry about that at all." Marcus turned to look at him. Reuben took a microphone from one of the reporters and faced a camera. He exhaled deeply and said, "From this day on, all of Granger Corporation's collaborations with Gray Corporation will cease." The reporters were abuzz. They moved their cameras closer and kept probing for more information.

" When I heard the doctor say that, I went completely quiet. For the sake of a new project, I had been overseas for 39 straight days, working day and night, and I finally made it back in one piece. I never expected that at the celebration dinner, one glass of mango juice from Alan Holt would land me right in a hospital bed. Out of habit, I tapped open my pinned chat, typed two words, and then realized something felt off. Looking closely, I confirmed that it was Alan Holt. He had just changed his profile picture. Now, it was a green mango. While I was staring blankly at the chat window, Alan's call came through. He sounded cold. "I'm already home. Where are you?" I said nothing. Any other tim