Fnaf Glamrock Oc Novels & Stories

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But she was gone, and it ate at me. I pushed through the throng of kids heading to the cafeteria, eyes darting to every corner. Lockers slammed, laughter echoed, but no sign of her messy hair or those swollen eyes. My mind raced with dirty thoughts—picturing her alone somewhere, crying, her tits heaving with each sob. I'd find her, wipe those tears with my tongue, suck on her neck till I left marks. Claim her as mine, fuck her slow against a desk till she begged for more. The ache between my legs grew, my panties damp just from the fantasy.

I had an amazing collection now and although not a snow globe, this piece of tacky plastic would fit in with the theme perfectly. “Have you enjoyed your stay with Auntie Ella, Theo?” he asked, kissing his son’s mini afro, “You haven’t caused any trouble, have you?” “Not at all,” I said, “Marie and Francesca would adopt him if they could. They’d certainly swap him for any of their brothers.” “Ahh,” Luca said, holding out Theodore’s hand, “That explains this.” His nails were painted bubblegum pink. I hadn’t even noticed. “Oh god,” I said, “I’m sorry.”

I didn’t have plans, I wasn’t very social, especially with the pack ladies who always look down on me because I was an Omega. My phone buzzes in my pocket. Ah it’s Gloria. She’s my best friend. A gorgeous omega with short stature and even shorter temper. She has dark skin and thick rimmed glasses that go well with her round face. Her wolf has the heavenly crimson color that match with my brownish one anytime we go hunting or running in the woods.

I had gasped. "I like you..." He trails off, obviously indirectly wanting me to tell him my name. "Ana." "Yes, I even like your name, too. I like it when I give people shocks. It tells me that apart from being wowed by my... everything," his hands spread wide into the air, gesturing "everything". "And that they are still alive. And oh, by the way, my name is Glamour. Yes. Just call me that, and I shall glamour you." He finishes with a crack in his laughs. He's weirdly funny. Er, that last sentence, though. It sounds really cliché. I was not expecting it, but well, oddity seem to be his play, and to be honest, it makes him hot.

He asked smirking. I giggled. "No, not at all." "Great! Wow, how many talents are you hidding Miss Farooqi?" He said pretending to think hard by rubbing his chin. "Hmm...even I don't know Mr. Malik." I said imitating him. We both laughed. Armaan's POV, I heard the sound of laughter for our music room. As I peeped in I say Bhai with the crazy fan girl. What the hell is he doing with her?

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

~Diana~ I and the ladies laugh, Anita told us how her granddaughter make up her husband and he looked like a clown. "Oh my," I chuckled. Even tho she and I are best friends I envy her so much, her son gives her and granddaughter and have another one on the way when my stupid son doesn't even look at a woman or ever thought of having children, I know I should have had more children, even if I couldn't I should have adopted at least one are two.

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”