Backrooms Oc Novels & Stories

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.

The sound of his nose breaking ricocheted off the forest, alerting anyone nearby of our presence. A sea of red and orange spread instantly behind Nathan and the undead vampires. The fire spread closer and closer, stopping at my feet, going around me, and continuing into the army of vampires. I took the distraction and landed a hard punch to my restrainer, socking him in the eye. He stumbled back, right into the never-ending field of fire. Confusion settled over me as I watched the fire continue around us and consume more vampires. The stench of the flesh burning was overwhelming combined with the agonizing screams and I brought my hands to my ears quickly, trying to turn off the sound of the

His tongue finds the spot behind my ear, and my knees damn near give out. “You drive me crazy,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “I should’ve done this a long time ago.” My hands find the hem of his shirt, fingers slipping beneath— Then— The door slams open. Flash. A bright light. My stomach drops. Lauren. Standing there, camcorder in one hand, smug smirk on her glossed lips. “You two are just so cute together,” she purrs, her voice amplified—over the DJ’s mic. The speaker downstairs screeches with feedback.

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.

What I see in front of me will haunt me for the rest of my life ; never will I ever be able to erase it and the way it makes me feel. I watch in horror as the innocent sweet girl I love is seated backwards on a wooden chair , her chest touching the back rest. Her hands and legs are tied together with leather belts , her eyes are blindfolded – which makes her other senses heightened. I watch in horror as multiple rivers of her blood trickle down her back. I try to focus my eyes onto her back , but due to the formation of tears my vision blurs. With my bloodied hand , I wipe my eyes free from tears – the smell of blood makes me realise that I have smeared some blood on my face. Nevertheless ,

There were more carvings. These ones showed women on their backs, with tentacles in their mouths, pussies, and asses all at once. My nipples got even harder. “Fuck, Owen. Look at this one. She’s taking three at the same time.” He pressed against me again. His cock was rock hard now. “You’d look hot like that. My dirty girl getting stuffed full.” His fingers rubbed faster between my legs. I was breathing hard. My suit was soaked all the way through. “Come on. One more room and we map it.”Owen called out

I curled up around my pups and whimper as Embry’s scent is growing weaker with each passing day. The more his scent fades, the more anxious I become from the bond craving him and Jonathan more. “I know, I heard from Angel and Karen yesterday that it’s finally finished and aired out after the broken pipe. We’ll go back soon, but keeping you safe here is most important,” Osric comforts me coming out of the closet in a pair of black shorts. I smile seeing the beautiful tattoos that cover his arms, chest, and move down his legs. “Could we go back if we take warriors with us and put Wolf Creek Deltas around the house?” I ask knowing security is the biggest concern.

I felt her nails dig into my back as her cries of pleasure filled the room, her body arching as she reached her climax. I was so close to my own release. I buried my face in her neck, groaning Becca's name into her skin as I let go, the intensity of my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. The room seemed to blur around us, the world reduced to the raw, powerful sensation of our bodies entwined.