Mob Psycho Oc Novels & Stories

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

Adom could hide being an omega for his whole life if he kept on being careful. Right now, he was living off his scholarship and part-time jobs, so he would still be able to afford his suppressants. They were expensive, given how many he needed every time. Most omegas only took them for their heat if it would be really inconvenient for them, but he had been taking them for every heat he had so he wouldn't need to experience them. He heard they were very painful and uncomfortable, so he happily took them every month.

“I’ve got a book coming next week, Rose’s firm is trying to get this bank renovation, you’ve got a parents’ evening, Sarah’s working late so everything’s ready for when she goes on maternity leave, and Alice is trying to hire a new editor.” “I thought running a YouTube channel was supposed to be easy.” Dad said. “It was when she started. But it’s an oversaturated market and rich people came in with their drones so we have to up our game.” Hugo appeared beside me. “Right, breakfast.” “So, we meet there.” Dad nodded. “Are they still telling us to wear masks?” “It’s encouraged.” We managed to keep covid under control in Mobia, a lot better than they had in the UK and between regular tests and t

I fixed my gaze on Aníbal who was already much better than the last time I saw him, there were still abrasions and bruises on his face realizing he was being watched he returned the look and strangely I found that there was no hatred there or maybe he was pretending very well . ___in my son's office Aníbal would act. ___not going to hit him again Nicolas.chloe asks tearfully ___ calm down chloe I'm just going to talk to him... The two of us went to the office, we sat down opposite each other, I opened a bottle of whiskey filling a glass for myself and when I offered it to Aníbal he declined: __ I won't be able to accompany you this time Nicolas ___May I know why not? ___I'm taking very stron

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.

I hear Lesha say with a grin on her face as she watches us. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Ox, I promise not to keep her out too late." I say as I hold out my hand to shake hers. Her grandmother looks down at my hands without moving at all, and I start to feel uncomfortable and slightly awkward. She looks straight in my eyes with a serious expression on her face. "I expect her to be back here no later than 11pm and I am choosing to trust you with her safety, so if anything happens to her, you'll have me to deal with." Ms.Ox says sternly as she extends her hand and grips mine with a lot of strength that wasn't expected at all.