Joshua Graham Fallout Novels & Stories

"Please. No." "Tell me everything," Jim orders, pulling back the hammer. "Or this kid di--" Before Jim can finish, another gunshot rings out through the bunker, and one of the soldiers holding Nichioahs drops to the ground. "What the hell," Jim shouts. Turning around, Jim and the other soldiers look around. "There! It's Marcus! Shoot him!" Jim points to Marcus who is hiding on the other side of the chain-link fence. Staying low to the ground, Marcus pushes himself up only a little to fire off another shot. This time, a soldier is hit in the shoulder. He falls to the ground, screaming and covering his wound.

she asked in a trembling voice, the word barely escaping her lips. Her heart raced, and her hands shook as tears began to spill from her eyes, blurring her vision. The floodgates of emotion had opened, and she couldn’t stop the torrent of grief and confusion that poured out. The world she had known—her life with Lucas, the dreams they had shared—was now tainted with a truth she could hardly bear.

Senior Mr Huxley ended the call. “ Haaaa” Jayden groaned in fury, hauled his phone acrossed the office to the wall and it shattered instantly.

Josh replied proudly, pounding his fist against the door again. “Josh… Mr. President, can we be frie—” Before Tristan could finish the word, the door burst open. Josh tumbled forward, landing hard on the ground because he had been trying to slam it open. “Fuck!” Josh yelled as he hit the floor. “Time's up!” Jessica’s voice beamed from above him.

"Didn't I tell you, you're a disappointment to everybody, a fucking burden, and am glad that British finally figured it out, and oh, am sorry you would be ditched in the end again.... just kidding am not..." Immediately I read that bullshit that would make anyone's heart sink, I played the voice note after hesitating for a while, and I really wish I didn't, cause I wouldn't have heard the familiar voice, and wouldn't have heard his words "Elias is coping, but am literally stressed out"

I'm hot even though I'm barely covered, only in a towel, but for some reason, he doesn't seem phased by any of it. Carefully, methodically, he takes a bite, spits blood out onto the cold wooden floor, repeatedly, only to stop and give me a new cup of red honey but I refuse to take it. I want to get dressed, and we're still on the floor, covered in glass and bits of blood. This is clearly a trap. "I know you're thinking this is a trap," Seth says. "No," I lie. "Why would I poison you to rescue you and poison you again?"

Zach snickered. "Then why aren't you there?" Keira smiled. "I was hungry, figured missing one practice would be fine. I mean I am the best one on the team, I need to give them time to catch up..." He laughed. I smiled at the pair thinking they would be an adorable couple. Keira glanced at me through her thick eyelashes, as if she needed help to talk to him. I have her a shrug and she rolled her eyes, as if we were having a private conversation. "Subtle guys..." Sophie broke the silence and we all laughed. The bell rang signalling the end of lunch, Keira and I headed towards the gym for PE, just as we reached the door it was swung open and I felt a sharp pain as I walked into what felt like a

I tell him. “See, her being a fallen automatically makes her a part. Don’t worry, we won’t hurt her. He has other plans for her.” Then he hung up. Damn it! He knows more than I expected. This is really bad. I need to meet up with the guys tomorrow. I crawled back in the bed and pulled my mate flush against my body, probably tighter than necessary. I couldn’t sleep a wink the whole night. Joel’s POV Max: I need to call a bro meeting, it’s important

Joshua, who's voice seem shaken, said softly to me. I looked at where Joshua was looking. The television. 'Flight APTX 4869 has crashed, no survivors found.' "What?" I looked at Joshua once again and this time, I had a better angle of his face. He was crying. And it seemed like he had been crying for the past few hours. "Wait, what?" I said once more, this time looking at Caleb. "I am so sorry." He whispered, hugging me tightly. Something in my body is aching. I don't know which part. It just feels like a thousand paper cuts all over my body. And then I started crying. But for what, exactly? It's done. I can't do anything.

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us