Bad Ocs Novels & Stories

Then the dashboard lights flickered. Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out, and her blood ran cold. The caller ID: JAX MADD0X — the zero replacing the ‘O.’ Her hands trembled as she answered. “Don’t hang up,” his voice said, distorted but calm. “Where are you?” she shouted. “Everywhere.” The radio crackled, headlights flickered, and suddenly the truck’s steering wheel jerked hard to the right on its own. “Stop it!” she screamed, trying to fight it.

Human beings make mistakes, yes, but that's what life is about, because you learn mistakes. I made several mistakes and the truth, I appreciate it because if not, I would not have learned the lesson and would follow the same. We are not perfect, we were born being imperfect and, the only people responsible for what happens to us are ourselves, no one but us, when making mistakes we do not think about the consequences that this can bring us, we only act and now. Tai is a cheerful person, one of my best friends, the party and, now seeing her like this: worried, crying and alone, it's very difficult. Since when do we start suffering so much? 一 What do you say? He doesn't answer me. Take a deep

Alice leaned over the steering wheel, already in position. I adjusted the seat backward to leave more space for myself. I gently parted her legs and let my tongue trace slowly along the delicate seam between them. Alice couldn't hold back anymore and began moaning, sometimes softly and sometimes loudly. Her moans sent a shiver straight to my bones, and I ached with a deep, swelling need. Then Alice asked in a troubled voice, "Why does this feel worse? I feel so awful. You have to help me. Give it to me. Please."

He stayed curled up under the covers, trembling like a tiny quail, his hands clamped over his mouth to muffle his sobs. A tidal wave of hatred and despair crashed over me. 'Why is Bill so irresponsible? Why does my baby have to suffer like this?' But I was dead—powerless. 'Luca, it's all my fault. Mommy failed you.'

No vacation time in the past three years, and no sick leave. I'd wracked up my days for just this occasion. I knew when I finally got my hands on her again it was going to take at least that long for me to feel like I'd put my stamp on her. I just needed these fucks to finish up this deal so I could burn their asses and be done with it. There had been an influx of new crank coming into the US from Europe of all places. This shit made everything that came before it look like child's play. It was supposedly laced with some chemical that some twisted fuck in Russia concocted in a lab and was geared strictly towards the US.

My face turned into a red mess at his words. I never tried jerking off at school. That would be a mess and I wasn’t the one to look for tissues or napkins. “Nope, piss off dude,” I embarrassingly muttered. “See you around!” he exclaimed happily as I walked away. “Yeah…” “I might show up for a PS5 combat this evening!” “We’ll see who wins!” he added. “We know who always does,”

Near St. Louis, Missouri Blake's P.O.V. It's been a couple of days, and still no word from Brock. What's going on? I sent one of my men to the Silver Moon pack to try and find him, but I haven't heard from him yet. When he finds Brock, he better have a good excuse for ignoring my calls. I need pups. My buyers are getting angry, and I'm out of merchandise. My other suppliers, those who I've intimidated into giving me pups over the years, are ignoring me as well. They're too scared now that someone is sniffing around. Who are these people? When my phone rings, I answer it angrily.

I ranted. "Umm-I think -" before she could complete her sentence, my phone chimed. "To be continued..." I addressed her while fishing my phone from my pants' pocket. I scrolled through the messages and my eyes nearly fell out of my sockets at what I saw. Attention everyone, meet Brenda G Hammond, the school slut who sleeps around with old men. Guys, beware of her because who knows, she might just end up stealing your dads and grandpas. Besides the message was a photo of Lance and me.

"Are you sure? This doesn't feel like I'm being good." "It doesn't feel good?" He shifts one hand to brush my clit with his thumb. "How about now?" I squirm. "Wait." "Wait for what?" He circles my clit again, but doesn't sink the rest of the way into me. "Use your words, Alexis." "I want to be good." I lick my lips. "But I really, really want to be bad, too with you." When he still doesn't move, I keep talking. "Fuck me on this table, Mason. Please." I glance at the door to the living room.

Awesome. What else could go wrong.