Chubby Oc Novels & Stories

The vote began. No speeches. No dramatic objections. Just hands rising one after another. Quietly. Efficiently. The way major decisions were often made. I heard names. Numbers. Procedure. But the sounds felt strangely distant. At some point, I stopped speaking. I didn't realize when. The chairman cleared his throat. "The motion passes." Something tightened in my chest. Not because I hadn't expected it. Because some part of me had still believed the outcome would somehow be different. "Effective immediately, Amelia Vaughn is appointed Chief Executive Officer of Carter Industries."

Since it's getting impossible for you to do it, Fenrir yells at me. I drag both hands down my face, breathing ragged, sweat dripping from my face, on to the polished floor. The intercom crackles, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Commander…” The manager's voice, tired and nervous, trying desperately to sound professional. “The Omega Center has sent the first tier of selections,” she flips some pages. “These are the highest-rated Omegas from the provinces. Their scented palates are being cycled through the ventilation now.” I go still, then the vents hiss as the incoming scents flow into the room. Lilacs, honey, warmth, and sweetness. Perfect, but not him.

Thank God not even one touched us We went inside and met mom and Chubi as usual. The bond between these two is increasing Day by Day. I even thought mom would stop as he grew older but they're getting even close. Sometimes you'd see them discussing like adults. And since Chubi is at his questioning age, mom has a lot to answer to him Chubi: Anibe! He ran and hugged him. He hasn't seen Anibe in like two weeks Anibe : the boy with a killer smile. Come on show me those dimples

Hoppy even in sleep. Enzo unlocked the door and flipped on a light. The interior was basic but clean — a worn couch, outdated appliances, a hallway leading to bedrooms. “It’s off the grid,” he said. “Nobody knows about this place except the club. Bedroom’s on the left, bathroom on the right. Food in the kitchen.” “It’s perfect,” I whispered. Anything that wasn’t Bruce’s house was perfect. “Why are you helping us?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.

Perfect. It was working. “EMARA DELL,” I chanted with my teeth bared. “HEALER. PRETENDER. FALSE LUNA. I CLAIM YOUR POWER. I CLAIM...” A tiny voice cut me off. “Hi!” I froze. Standing on the pedestal with her wings glowing, was the smallest, most annoyingly chipper creature I had ever seen. A fucking pixie. Pink wings. Glittering freckles. A floating ball of unhinged cheer.

The thing seemed rather cute and cuddly, except that it was barring its sharp teeth towards Shia, which did not seem too pleasing considering how big they were. “Umm, don’t mind Chibi. He’s just your everyday, average mowngry. Well, you might have noticed that he’s exceptionally chubby and maybe a tiny bit overfed, don’t you think? But don’t tell him I told you that... He’s rather sensitive,” the woman whispered nearer her ears.