Backrooms Oc Novels & Stories

I floated away and back to the center of the room, to see the chairs still sitting where they were but now with a back door close by. I squinted and walked over to it, with a hand out in front of me; pushing the door as it creaked again but lower than the front door I had come in from. I leaned my head outside, and it was now my nostrils noticed the smelly backyard. And I shot back with both hands now holding my nose; as the smell was pungent. It smelt of dried blood and decaying flesh. And I slowly brought one leg out before the other; moving slowly down the sloping steps, and reaching the bottom of the stairs that led to the odor.

Owen whispered a curse before closing the distance between us. His hands roamed my sides, my back, before coming to the clasps in the front. “I want you naked, but I don’t want this off you. Mel, you look like-“ “I belong in a window in Amsterdam?” “Like a succubus. You’re not allowed in any windows anywhere. At least not looking like this.” Owen’s voice was low. I could tell he was losing control. “I want to rip this off you, but I also want to see you in it again.” Owen paused a moment, clearly struggling to decide. “Screw it!” Grabbing the longline bra, he pulled, the claps all broke, some even went flying across the room. Owen grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed. Pulling me to the edge

Before she could relish the feeling of being alive, a flash of memories came through her mind, making her feel like her head was going to burst. "Are you okay? Are you hurting somewhere?" the man stood up in a panic, looking aggrieved when he saw her pained face. Tang Yazhu then realized that the gush of memories running around in her brain were images of memories that did not belong to her. Though, she clearly understood that these flashes of memories belonged to the previous owner of the body. Since she now possessed the memories of the previous owner, it seemed that she had successfully managed to possess a human body now.

My home. A kneel on the ground, my hands lying flat on the blackened earth. My vision going blurry with unshed tears as I realise what this place was once. I place my hand to my cheeks as the first tear falls from my eyes. I watch in awe as it slips from my finger tip and hits the ground. My newly acquired mark on my back began to heat painfully against my skin, my vision clouding and a deafening scream rings out through my head. I can feel the mark on my back flare with heat and my head feels as if it will split into two. The feel of flames snake there way through my body and into my mind, I hold my head as the noise continues. The ruined home disappears from view and is replaced with a bea

His blood-stained fingers hooked under her chin as his tall, imposing frame leaned in, pressing her against the railing. He studied her with an almost childlike fascination. It was as if he had just discovered something new and intriguing in the world. Pinned against his chest, Wendy squirmed uneasily. Benjamin caught the hand she had kept clenched in a fist just as she was about to speak. Her heart pounded violently as his long, well-defined fingers pried open her delicate fingers one by one. A small, triangular shard of glass hidden in her palm was finally revealed. The sharp edge had already pierced deep into her flesh. Her palm was now a mess of blood and torn skin.

Aurelia jolted upright with a sharp gasp. Warm sheets tangled around her legs. Moonlight filtered through silken drapes. Her heart battered her ribs like a caged predator. She wasn’t in the forest. She wasn’t bleeding out. She wasn’t… dead. Her eyes darted wildly—taking in familiar furniture, carved from silverwood; the royal crest painted above her door; the scent of roses and pine— Home. I’m back. Aurelia’s fingers trembled as they brushed her unharmed chest—no stab wound. No blood. No pain.

“—you’ll only be able to come thinking of me.” The heat on my lower back intensified, branding itself into my flesh in intricate, glowing lines I couldn’t see but could feel—spirals and runes that pulsed in time with her thrusts. “Come,” she commanded. My body obeyed before my mind caught up. The orgasm ripped through me like lightning. My cunt clamped down on her cock so hard it hurt—in the best way. I screamed her name until my voice cracked. Slick gushed around her shaft, dripping down my thighs. The mark on my back flared white-hot, searing pleasure straight into my clit, prolonging the climax until black spots danced in my vision.

"I shall look forward to it, my wife. A war between us is far more stimulating than blind obedience." ​He rolled away from me, moving toward the nightstand to reach for a glass of water. It was then that the moonlight shifted, and my gaze locked onto his broad, muscled back. Beneath the shifting play of his muscles, I saw something alien. A marking—a tattoo, or perhaps an ancient, jagged scar—that seemed to stretch and twist along the length of his spine.

“This is a Christmas gift. Open it now. Even the women here understand basic manners better than you. “I really don’t understand how we ended up hiring trash like you.” After opening it, the words “24-Hour Overtime Voucher” came into view. It was exactly the same as my previous life. “How interesting. Trash has such bad luck even when drawing. “Did you walk under a ladder or something?”

The call cut off abruptly. I could feel his anxiety crackling through the static. I pressed a hand to my abdomen. The pain there was nothing compared to the tearing inside me. Hot liquid seeped through the fabric of my evening gown. The agony was so intense it left me numb, sharp and clear. Thirty minutes ago, I'd been ambushed during a Black Hand operation at the Ricci compound. I needed Dante's private seal, the only way to get me access to the family's medical team.