Fanfiction Oc Novels & Stories

The way he’d held my face before leaving and told me he'd protect me. “You should have seen him,” Vivian continued softly. “So protective. So ready to burn down the world for you.” I swallowed. “You’re imagining things.” Her gaze dropped briefly to my clenched hands. “You’re shaking.” “I’m not.” Another step back from her. Another step forward for me. “Whatever fantasy you’ve built in your head,” I said carefully, “keep me out of it.” For a second, something flickered across her face. Not doubt. Amusement.

‎I stared at the screen, scrolling slowly through Reya’s report. Every line made the smirk on my face stretch wider. ‎Name: Ren Banks ‎Age: 24 ‎Occupation: Artist (anonymously known as “Scarlet Thread”) ‎Residence: Apartment 4B, Willow Creek Complex ‎Known Associates: Best friend – Ayesha Hassan (frequent club companion) . Daughter of the commissioner and head of security. ‎Relationship Status: Currently engaged to Lila Quinn.

’ Liora got to her feet at the same time, “See? That’s my problem. You keep fighting this at every turn and I’m sick of it. I mean, at least before you used to touch me but now–now you’re treating me as if I’m gonna break if you hold my hand for too long. I thought you were done underestimating what I can and can’t handle, I–” The flow of words dried up as he turned to her. Oh shit. Ronin cocked his head, a sadistic smile plastered on his face. His black eyes narrowed with mischief, “You’re an omega. Pretty little things like you are bound to break.” Liora gulped, stepping back as he stalked her. A large tree trunk halted her escape and Ronin caged her in, snarling in a way that made her cli

With eager anticipation, they stepped outside, leaving the tension behind. "The Omega is really strange," Freddy remarked flatly, trying to express his opinion without too much emotion. "Yeah, but she’s so arrogant and sullen," Stefan added, grumbling. "Even though she’s just an Omega." The two friends exchanged glances, sensing confusion and dissatisfaction toward Emily's demeanor. They didn’t understand why someone who should be lower in the hierarchy could behave so defiantly. "Sometimes I feel like she's stronger than we think," Freddy said, trying to see it from a different perspective.

Lord Draven would only lead and she, the toy, followed. She hated to compare the only two men she had ever been intimate with her whole life but Gonzalo was enthralling. He knew she had always been the scrawny omega. He knew she must be starving for the taste of control… and he gave it to her. It was the best gift after the gift of family. “Pequena – “ “Don’t call me that.” “Pequena, my love.” He opened his eyes and stared into hers. She lifted her chin. “I’m going to put that inside your naked body, and you will scream my name before I’m done.”

^^^ Olivia Martins It had been weeks since I ran from the pack. A few weeks of quiet, hidden away in a town that seemed far removed from the life I had left behind. The ache of missing Caspian had not faded, no matter how far I’d gone, no matter how much I tried to move on. My heart would always long for him, but there was no going back. I couldn’t face the pack, couldn’t face the scorn. I couldn’t be the omega they thought I was anymore.

The Carmine Gallery in full swing was a specific kind of beautiful that Occy had not let herself anticipate because anticipating things was how you set yourself up to be disappointed by them. She had not been disappointed. She had approximately four seconds to register this before Sol found her. Sol was a small person who generated an amount of energy disproportionate to their size, which was something Occy had noted the first time they met and had simply incorporated into her understanding of how Sol worked. They appeared at her elbow while she was still two steps inside the door, materialized the way Sol always materialized, out of nowhere and immediately mid-sentence.

“Don’t go poking that crazy woman either.” Her eyes widened. “You just called her crazy. You’re dead.” “…You still gonna tell me that ‘epic’ story or not?” “Of course!” she said, instantly switching gears. She pulled him to sit and, after checking no one was around, launched into a dramatic retelling— half truth, half exaggerated fanfiction. When she finished, Ollie’s face was unreadable. “So… they teamed up and made our cousin a widower? And he didn’t kill them? Weird. I should go talk to him about that.”

Stars explode behind my eyes; my cock leaks steadily, hips thrusting into his hand. “You’re acting like a virgin bottom,” he says, pulling back to watch my face. “What happened to you?” “Does it matter?” I gasp, grinding down on his fingers, chasing that electric buzz. My internal conflict rages, I’m a woman in a man’s body, living my BL dream, but as the uke? Fangirl me is thrilled, but this isn’t canon!

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.