Backrooms Oc Novels & Stories

I locked the door behind me after going in. The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles providing light. The map was hanging on the wall, and my eyes were drawn to it. It was beautifully detailed, showing every corner of the pack. I walked closer, my heart racing. I hesitated for a moment, then reached out to touch the map. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. I had to do this. Something kept telling me to leave immediately but I was too stubborn to listen. I quickly grabbed the map and got ready to leave.

I did not know how long I was going to stay in this place because of how bad it smelt. We began to walk around the room carefully without making any sound. We got to a part of the room where there were beds, and then there seemed to be something on that bed. "Can you check what it is?" Berrent said to me. I was pissed. I was going to pass out from this smell, and he was asking me to go close to it. I summoned courage and went close to it, opening it, and it was the body of a young girl. She was dead already.

The bra was almost transparent with a peculiar inner layer. I held it up and insisted, "Check this item." "What tricks are you up to now?" Edward crossed his legs and scoffed as he leaned back lazily. "Are you jealous that Cindy has better taste and a better figure than you? Don't worry. Once I'm in a better mood, I'll buy you one too." While disdain was written on his face, Cindy's expression was the opposite. In an instant, all the color drained from her face. … The lab results came back quickly.

A scalding drop of wax splattered onto the back of my hand, causing me to yelp in pain. My parents turned their heads, their eyes brimming with undisguised disgust. "Why are you so clumsy all the time?" barked my dad. I remained silent, but inside, I was bubbling with excitement. That was because I had been reborn, flung back to my birthday. In Doreraford, everyone had heard about Andrea Jordan, the delicate darling of the city.

The smoke engulfed the entire hallway, closing in over them as they lay there unconscious. After a minute or two before they regain their consciousness, they began to feel the loud ringing in their ears. Behind them was an inferno, flaming its way in all directions. The only clear path was straight ahead.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

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

They just continued to watch the scene unfold. Just then, my younger sister Avery Denning's voice rang out from the door. "I'm back, Timothy! I'm here to marry you!" Timothy let go of my neck and quickly took my bridal veil from me before draping it on Avery's head. I was shocked. It seemed like the three of us—me, Avery, and Timothy—had been reborn. In our previous lives, a raging bull had struck Timothy's lower body while he was farming. The doctor had said he'd be impotent for the rest of his life and wouldn't be able to perform his marital duties.

The war between Natalia and him wasn’t just about business anymore. It was about something more deeper. ——- The Following Morning, Carrington Global Headquarters: The morning sunlight cut through the sleek glass walls of Carrington Global’s towering headquarters, but Damien’s office felt colder than ever. His reflection stared back at him from the windowpane—sharp suit, impeccably styled hair, but eyes shadowed with something unfamiliar. Doubt. Regret. Fear.

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.