Left 4 Dead Fanfic Novels & Stories

Damian mind, soul and body is tied to someone he'll never see again,and he can't break free, he doesn't want to break free, and I, well I, I am free. No boyfriends, no problems. ___ Caden Point of View Four months, four fucking, crazy, druggy, worthless month. Four months since Fiona left me. It's July sixth, my twethy second birthday, and I'm alone. Perhaps it's a curse or something, to be alone all my birthdays. Last year, I was alone, She was within my grasp, but I was alone. Cradling my head, sweat breaking out on my forehead, I hate myself for all the time I wasted pushing her away, for fighting all the emotions she stirred in me, I hate myself so much.

Sebastian begins moving his hand up and down my thigh almost to check he can still feel the sparks the connection between us. “So we are fucked?” Jaden groans, his eyes on Stacey as he maneuvers her from her own chair to his lap. “Anyone tries to take my mate, I’ll kill Helios my fucking self,” Stacey’s blue eyes widen as my brother holds her so tight to him she can hardly breathe. “Do you think any of us want this? It’s just a theory, Jaden.” Elio remarks, but I can see him holding my sister’s hand just as closely.

I cry for the orange juice at 4 AM and seventeen days of distance and the complaint filed by a man who banked on the fact that I would be too afraid to make him uncomfortable. I cry for the girl who stood in a baggage claim with a dead phone and no luggage and nowhere to go, who didn't know that six months later she would sit in an office and say I'm asking you to believe me and mean it completely. I cry for the fragments. The texture without shape. The locked room that Dr. Chen and I are slowly, carefully approaching from a direction that doesn't require kicking the door in. His arms tighten. I don't know how long we stay there.

she said in a small voice, “I want another condition too.” Nathaniel raised a brow. “What is it?” Madeline’s eyes glistened with tears as she met his gaze. “Never bring up that night again. I don’t want my life to keep being haunted by that mistake.” Nathaniel was silent for a long moment, watching her. Then at last, he wrote the fourth condition. “No discussion of the past.” The room fell silent again. Madeline lowered her head, taking a deep breath. “All right. If everything is written down, I’ll sign it.”

"How is that possible? Rebecca is very picky about her circle. She does not associate with anyone who is not useful to her." I sighed, my hands twisting in my lap knowing I have no choice but to reveal the whole truth. "It is complicated. But the truth is...I am mated to the four Lycan brothers. Knox, Raven, Nathan, and Caiden."

" That's why, we have to know who's behind all this. Taking this troupe in view, there are a total of 340 people who are killed unjustly " Faiz received the hug, she put her hand on her back, and wipe the corner of her eyes, she doesn't want to cry, crying won't do her any good, and she must stay strong. " We should bury them at a good location ", Said Faiz as they both broke the hug and got up. " Hmm! You are right, but I think...we should cremate them ", Said Jack. Well! This guy never concerned himself with this after-effect, he just guards the base until all of the walking undead killed themselves and then left the location, never thinking of what would happen after that.

One by one, the townspeople stopped what they were doing and faced them, eyes glowing faintly in the dark. Aiden whispered, “They’re receivers.” Julian’s voice rolled through the air, calm and distant, as if carried by the wind itself. “You killed the mind. You forgot the body.” The shopkeeper smiled—a perfect imitation of Julian’s smirk—and said, “Phase Four was never about me. It was about us.” The crowd moved as one. Dante drew his gun. “Aiden, run.” But Aiden didn’t. He closed his eyes, feeling the pulse inside his veins syncing with theirs. The network was trying to absorb him again, but this time he didn’t resist. He listened.

I sighed. An older woman walked up to the fire holding several refreshments. “Is it too late to join? I lost my mate; I was taken by hunters who cut off my leg, and then now I'm stuck with my second chance mate in the form of this weirdo.” She pointed at Cyrus. Cyrus laughed, “you fucking love me, though.” “I do.” That must be April then. “But Ford still wins, sorry, April.” Zayn said with a wink.

We lay relaxed and hushed under the thick blanket, cuddling each other’s body, admiring each other’s company and listening to each other’s harmonious heartbeats. Destiny took our lovers from us. He lost Dahlia from a lycan, I lost Alpha Allen from… well, a fellow lycan. But destiny also brings us, two beings who were born from different kinds, together. I don’t wanna think how long this ‘togetherness’ will last. All I wanna do is to cherish every second of it for as long as I possibly can.

Winter is within reach, and I won't stop until she's free. With a fierce cry, I sink my fangs into the wisps holding her. They burst into smoke, and she falls into my arms. "Winter," I whisper, holding her tight. "I've got you." She nods, her eyes filled with tears. "We're touching," she murmurs. "Alec, we can touch again." There are still more wisps, ebbing around us like a tide. Any moment they'll strike. They're too much for me to take on. The battle is over.