Ds Otome Novels & Stories

she said. Alberto glanced at her and she quickly placed her lips on his d**k, taking him so deep. "Okay, okay" he groaned. Stephanie smiled before getting to her feet. She turned her a*s to him. "Destroy this a*s, Daddy" she whispered. Alberto held her a*s and thrust into her in a go. Soon, their moans and pants filled the study room. **** IN THE ROOM*** Charles came out of the bathroom in only his shorts, he just finished having his shower.

It was a technique that I had perfected as an only child since I always stayed outside my house without a key. The door screeched open, I watched the staircase and saw no movement so I went into the room and closed the door without making a noise. The room was very spacious with a very large bed in the right corner, it had a desk against the wall and there was a wardrobe to the left. The only window was open and from there I could see my house and part of the road. The wall in front of me was covered with a white sheet and that was very strange, I could not help but notice it, I wanted to know what he was hiding but I was paralyzed when I saw on the desk an identical copy of my infamous doll

There is no part of my body that does not have a spot or an injury there. I have got a pair of blue eyes. My wolf's name is Octavia. She has a fur of hazel brown with some cream color on it. Well, she has a pair of blue eyes. And before I forget to mention it, she has been thinking about her mate a lot. Mate… speaking of mate, I don't think he would want us. I mean I'm not beautiful. I am just some omega who wears tattered clothes. My hair is not very well combed, I just use my hands to detangle them.

“Did I enter the wrong room? Is this even a horror game? I thought I clicked an otome game!” Everyone was stunned, and just like that, under the players’ watchful eyes, he carried me upstairs.

Found it. *** Adom was enjoying himself in the bar with his friends; it had been a while since he had gone out, and he was sipping on his beer as he talked to a pretty omega that he had been eyeing from the moment he walked into the bar. He hadn't seen her here before, so he walked up to hear her trying to score tonight. He was laughing with her as she batted her eyelashes at him. Suddenly, Adom stiffened.

As we finish up,I rush to get to the Locker room to freshen up, the locker room smells of sweat and metal and little to no pheromones. I keep my head down to get my breathing in check, my heart hasn't stopped racing since the run. The suppressant patch had already worn off from being worn too long, I peel it off slowly. For a moment, I feel relief. my faint omega scent , subtle ,light and clean escapes. An unmistakable omega scent. The kind that doesn't belong to an Alpha. I wave my hand in the air, as if that would do anything to it. That's when the door opens

I got down on one knee and checked her pulse, still beating but slow, her whole body was small, too small even for an Omega. "We need to get her some help Tristan says" I agreed, I picked her up slowly in my arms careful not to hurt her, she didn't smell like anyone, an Omega always hold her pack scent from all the hugs kisses she should be getting, also from the pack bond, but she had nothing on her.

At that moment, all eyes were on her, and the tension in the air thickened. Every eye was glued to the intense drama unfolding between the three of them. Some even wished for a fierce fight between the two female wolves. Between Emily and Connie, the odds seemed uneven in the eyes of their friends from campus. They viewed Alpha Zack as an extraordinary and exceptional figure. It was surprising, then, that Zack would choose Emily, an Omega, over Connie, who was clearly held in high regard by many. Now, Connie felt devalued and humiliated by this situation.

My eyes widened and I backed away from me, he followed me with confused eyes. "No, no no no no!" I repeated while putting even more space between us. I tripped and scraped up my palms. "No! It's illegal to be with me are you stupid? I'm an Omega!" I stumbled to my feet and spun to run away from him. Tripping again his arm wound around my waist and he yanked me off the floor. I stared up at the sky with watery eyes.

′ Kartika explained calmly. “I”m not a weirdo! Anyway, why”s Wibu (AKA WEEABOO, the one who is interested in Japanese stuff like anime, figurine, hentai, and such. It”s called Otaku in Japan and considered trash. If Otaku is trash, so WEEABOO is the lowest class in society.)? Doki-Doki is weird enough and now”s Wibu. The ancestors are weirdos in every way! ′ Alfi said irritated.