20 Day Oc Challenge Novels & Stories

He gritted his teeth and told himself to focus. Eventually, with exactly 28 minutes to spare, Sebestian jumped up with a whoop, having finished the game and beaten Alexandra long-reigning high score. "I did it!" He laughed when he turned and found the Omega sulking on the couch even if her eyes glowed with pride. "You did? You know that's half my victory, right? I basically walked you to that high score, Sebestian." Alexandra sulked but she couldn't stop herself from laughing too. Eventually, they both dissolved into a helpless fit of giggles, and Sebestian collapsed on the couch doubled over at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

I ask sitting on the floor next to the tub. "I have a couple of implants in my room if you want to stop by later," "What about the ones you gave me before school ended?" "Those were to stabilize your emotions so you wouldn't tap into that rage straight out the bat. They won't help during ovulation," "We should run some tests before you start-you know," Lydia and Every come in from the gym area. "For what?" I ask. "Heat compatibility. Micca is an omega which means he's going to go into a rut with you. If your body isn't compatible with his knot you could die,"

"Let them talk." Owen moved behind me, his hands sliding up my sides. "We have more important things to worry about." "Like what?" I asked. "Like how many times we can make you come tonight," Caleb said, moving closer. Mason's hand slid between my legs. "I'm going for at least five." "Ten," Owen countered, his mouth on my neck. "You're both wrong," Caleb said. "I'm not stopping until she's begging us to." "Challenge accepted," I said.

A thin bead of sweat trickled down the side of my neck, soaking into the collar of my dark cotton workout top. "Rest interval: ninety seconds," Miller noted, stepping back toward his diagnostic slate to log the range-of-motion metrics. "Your external rotation has improved by twelve percent since Tuesday. At this rate, you'll be fully cleared for field movement in three weeks." "I do not need twenty one days," I said flatly, picking up a small white towel with my right hand and dabbing my brow. "I only need fourteen days." "You need whatever your physiology dictates, Veronica," a smooth, overly cheerful voice chimed from the double glass doors.

I replied firmly. Andrew leaned closer to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You don't have a mere idea with whom you are dealing," he whispered, his voice dripping with confidence. "100 days, or I will marry you now," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. My heart skipped a beat as I stared back at him, realizing the gravity of his challenge. Could I resist his charm for 100 days, or would I find myself falling in love against my will?

There are even notes on times of day, positions, and how the couple must repeat this cycle for three days to mimic the natural duration of heat. I bite my lip, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. None of this matches my memories. Braden would never have had the patience for something so methodical, and even if he had, I would have remembered it. Wouldn’t I? The memory of that time is hazy, clouded by the supplements and whatever Braden was controlling in my life. But still, something feels… wrong.

The intense cravings were building, and I could feel my body reacting, my senses heightened, everything more vivid. Omega heats were like that—sudden and intense. They could last anywhere from a few days to a week, but during that time, everything became a haze of heightened emotions, overwhelming desire, and physical need. It was a biological drive that couldn’t be ignored, and no matter how much I tried to hold myself together, there was only so much I could do.

Osiris chuckled as he finished his beer. “Love, you’re getting that look.” “I know, Kane. I can feel it, my body is starting to hurt and my stomach is queasy.” “It’s been about three days. Let’s get you taken care of.” “Actually, Kane, it’s been six.” “No way, Andrew. Six, six days?” “Yeah.” Kane looked over at me, “I don’t know.” “It’s time, Love.” “In the shower.” “Whatever you want, Love. You just need to be healthy. I didn’t realize it has been six days. Dr. Meadows made it very clear you shouldn’t go more than four. Finish up, and let’s go.”

Absolutely nothing. But this…this is almost topping it. I knew I was compatible with Sorahiko. I knew we were incredibly compatible, but I did not think that helping him during a forced heat would land me in a state of perpetual horniness for seven fucking days. That damn omega triggered my rut. Seven days. Seven freaking days. Normal alphas get at most two days of rut— while dominant alphas get double of that. But seven days? Seven fucking days?. Seven days of pure torture and suffering.

He then turns to Mr pompous " And you, you are also not permitted to touch or even let your body touch any of the ladies, I repeat, your hands and body should not touch the opposite sex," he said to him and the crowd wailed shriekingly again with great excitement. " The one with the highest number of the opposite sex wins the challenge, the challenge will last for ten minutes and remember the rules, anyone who fails to abide by the rule is disqualified and lose the challenge" He added and the crowd shrieked out loud.