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The tears felt hot running down my cheeks, despite the still, cold that surrounded me in the ship, "You are not the man I know." I growled, my fists clenching the stiff blankets on top of me. He only stared at me, his sad eyes falling down to his gloved hands. His voice was barely a whisper, as he replied, "That's because I'm not. And I never was." _____________________∆§∆____________________ After escaping from the cult that held her captive for two years, ex-bounty hunter, Yara, is forced to join deputy Cade and marshal Bone to retake their small town in hopes of gaining a shred of freedom. But, when an unknown militia infiltrates the Syndicate, the secrets Yara had kept for five years comes to light and she has to choose to either run away or face the dangers that threaten the planet she once called home. Will she entrust her skeletons in the closet to her comrades? Or will she die trying to keep them harbored within? ***DISCLAIMER*** This is the second draft of my novel. The first draft is NOT on WattPad

Jesus Christ, she is losing too much blood. We are losing her and the baby... ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ My eyes continued to open and close as the doctor tried everything in his power to resuscitate me. I continued to stare at the hospital lights which flashed in my eyes. See I never thought I would fall for him. I never thought I would be here fighting for my life and I never thought I would lose my child. He was the last person I saw before taking what appeared to be my last and final moments. I never thought I would have to pick between fame- ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Suddenly he stopped moving when he heard what appeared to be footsteps following his last and final movement. In his last moments, he thought about me. I was his first true love. As he turned around he watched as the gun was aimed directly at his head. The man who stood before him didn't appear like any ordinary man. He gave him a sinister smile as he continued to look him straight in his eyes. Who are you he asked the person? Karma he replied. This is for what you did to them because of you he might not even survive. This is for picking love over--- The person's eyes widened as he prepared himself to eject each clip into his target's head. Within a couple of minutes, the gun went off. Blood splattered everywhere. All that remained was the victim's body with a gunshot wound to the head. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Gifted: Or love but wait let's go back to when it all started... This is my written testimony to: --------- FA M E OR LOVE ----------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Warning ⚠️ : The storyline was geared towards a mature audience and concentrates on diversity and real-life issues that people endure while pursuing fame and love...

A series of journal entries written by a woman out of time and her adventures in a strange new world This fanfic is written as a"first person POV journal" by the sole survivor from Fallout 4. Written as "journal entries" means, we have the main chappters, such as "Collage is hard", and that main chaper is broken down into sub chapters or "Journal titles". There will be 2-5 entries per chapter. Each chapter could be as short as 500 words or as long as 3000 words, sometimes less, sometimes more. It really just depends on how much "Callie" has to say. Content warnings! This fanfic will include the following. Non-cannon elements( I am using the mod pack magnum opus), drug use, blood and gore, domestic abuse(light), Sol has claustrophobia, drinking, M/f and F/F sex, lots and lots of swearing( i swear like a sailor) loss of pregnancy, attempted suicide, depression and self-harm. Of these most, you will not see till later in the fic, some you will see right away. This is a slow burn as it's being written while I play through the game for the 100th time. Callie will run into almost every npc follower in the game. Feel free to lmk what you think in the comments(also sorry in advance! I use a lot slang/ahh/hmm/mmm/mhmm and the like in the fanfic

Life was hard. John knew that, especially in the wasteland of Post-Apocalyptic America. If the act of being born didn't kill you Raiders, The Institute, lack of food or clean water probably would. In fact, most things could easily lay claim to your life; an angry father, an aggressive older brother, a jaded ex-girl. It was decidedly no place for an empathetic human. Which made John wonder... why had he been born at all? The second and final (?) piece in the collection

hiraeth /ˈhirˌīTH/ noun a deep longing for something, especially one's home. "I could not begin to put into words the hiraeth that the Welsh feel for the mountains and valleys of their homeland" That's what Y/N found themselves feeling; In a world they didn't want, but a world they found themselves in. Y/N is stuck with the task of surviving a world they only saw in their worst nightmares to find their kidnapped son; armed with nothing but the vault suit on their back, a police baton, and a 10mm pistol to protect them; they only have a two options . . find their child . . or die trying This fanfic follows the events of Fallout 4 with a few added things along the way. I will try to keep with neutral pronouns as well as no real set appearance. although there will be some things that will be set. this is Y/N fanfic and there will be romance endings for Cait, Curie, Danse, Deacon, John Hancock, Robert MacCready, Nick Valentine, Piper Wright, and Preston Garvey. Sorry if you wanted some of the other companions like X6-88 (there are some companions that I haven't romanced before like Piper and Curie so I will try my best with them) I have completed the entire base game multiple times so I have a decent idea on what's going on but if I do get something incorrect please tell me and I will try my best to fix it. :] good day!

You seem to have trouble with men-- you don't know why but they seem to cheat on you. On a normal morning day, instead of staying at home-- eating away at your feelings. You go next door to see your best friend Nora and her Husband Ash. It can't get any normal than spending time with her and her new born baby, but things took a turn when sirens go off and you're running for you life. *** Spoilers Don't read if you haven't played Fallout 4, or do-- it's up to you :D ** I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM THE FALLOUT SERIES/ BETHESDA. * THIS IS JUST A FUN FANCTION FOR ALL THOSE MACCREADY LOVERS OUT THERE WATTPAD IS THE ONLY SITE I POST!!!!

this story is about a scientist in Antarctica slowly losing his sanity I can feel the corners of my lips tug upwards and before I know it, I'm cackling. My laughter rings through the empty room, bouncing off the walls as I double over in hysterics. Despite the dire situation, I can't seem to stop. With each passing second, my giggles become more uncontrollable, more manic. As I catch my breath, I try to reassure myself. "Everything will be fine," I tell myself, punctuating my sentence with another bout of laughter. "Because, because!" I repeat, and my voice breaks into another round of giggles. But soon, my mirth turns to misery as my laughter becomes sobs. I collapse on my hands and knees, tears streaming down my face until they blur my vision. The tears burn my skin, adding to my anguish. I can't even cry in peace, can't even surrender to my despair without feeling physical pain. "Oh god, I ruin everything Johnny- I'm sorry!" I cry out, my voice cracking. "I'm supposed to keep care of you and I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Johnny!" I scream, pounding my fists on the cold, hard floor in frustration. It's no use. Nothing can save me. I feel my tears freezing on my face and I quickly dry them with the back of my hand. I crawl over to the fire, seeking warmth and comfort. But there's no comfort to be found.

This is a GTA V fanfiction with the names changed. I was trying to create something based off the characters of the game but ended up sounding very much like the game itself. Enjoy! PART 1 MATURE CONTENT ------ He made me feel weak in the knees as he gently caressed my cheek making me shudder, his icy blue eyes searching for answers in mine. My lips parted and my core heated as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. He was older and experienced, which excited me even more so. I was inexperienced in every way possible, I haven't even had my first kiss yet. The smell of his cologne, with a hint of cigars and whiskey was intoxicating to me. His touch was strong but his rough callous hands treated me delicately. I was raised to be perfect and pristine, but every time I thought about it, or was anywhere near him, my impure thoughts consumed me. ----------

He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, every inch of space between us collapsing. "Still pretending you have a choice?" His voice is soft, almost amused. My throat tightens, but I force the words out anyway. "I don't belong to you." A low, knowing chuckle rumbles through him. Fingers tighten around my chin, tilting my face up until I'm caught in his unyielding gaze. Cold. Calculating. "Belong?" he echoes, as if the word itself is laughable. "You exist because I allow it. You breathe because I haven't taken that from you... yet." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I don't dare look away. "Fight all you want," he murmurs, his grip unshaking. "Scream, beg, break-I don't care. In the end, little one, you'll learn. Because every part of you?" His lips brush against my ear, a cruel whisper of finality. "It's already mine." __________________________________________ A meaningless prank call caused this disaster, a series of deaths and misery. And maybe it was more than a prank call... maybe it was your loved ones, the people you least expect it to be, to stab you in the back. After all, they do say money changes a person. **18+** **DARK ROMANCE**

this is a nick/hancock x fem reader! based in the Fo4 universe. not entirely canon so pls don't hate me. i do not own any rights to the characters, songs, or places mentioned in this story. TW's and introductions are in the first chapter!!