O With Line Novels & Stories

I walked over to the long line of glass mirrors hanging above the perimeter sinks, my hands trembling as I reached down to fix the hem of my twisted skirt and pull my oversized sweater back down over my hips. I looked up at my reflection, my breath catching instantly in my throat. I reached down, my shaking fingers pulling the waistband of my skirt slightly to the side. Right there, forming directly over my pale hip bone, was a dark, deep purple mark. It was shaped perfectly by the heavy print of Leo's fingers, a brutal, undeniable brand burning into my skin where nobody else in this school would ever see it.

He falls backwards. I think he passed out. The others turn to run away. "Joey!" Thea snaps her head in Joey’s direction and he nods. He stands up from the ground, supporting himself with the brick wall. He extends his right hand and blue waves erupt from his palm. The bright lines speedily find their ways to Derek and the others, causing the ones still conscious to fall to the ground. "What was that?" I scream. "Nothing. They'll wake up... Eventually." Joey replies.

Dante slides the ring onto my finger as he repeats, “Quinn, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” A sign of his love and fidelity. Is it made of tin? But even while I mock silently, goosebumps rise across my skin at his touch. God, he really is too sexy for his own good. I repeat the same vow, sliding his ring into place. “Dante, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” Anybody else smell ozone? Just me? Okay.

"Oh, please. Save those lines for your girlfriends." Owen ended the call and pulled over on a Greenville street.

Back at the dorm, Olivia was still covered in red rashes, yet she sat beside Amelia, laughing and chatting like nothing had happened. When I noticed the familiar bracelet on Olivia's wrist, I couldn't help but sigh. Amelia really was generous, clearly willing to spend whatever it took to win Olivia over. Olivia, catching sight of me, rolled her eyes every chance she got, but the effect was almost comical with her face looking the way it did. "Some people hurt others and don't even bother to apologize. She's still clinging to a spot that was never hers in the first place. Talk about having no shame. If it were me, I'd be way too embarrassed to even show my face on campus."

Talk to you later. [Olivia] 💦

Being actually stuck with Ozgur, I like that. See you 👋 LOVE ALL ❤️

She looked at it without touching it. “What is this.” “Open it.” She unfolded it. Read the top line. Read it again. Her eyes moved down the page. Slowly. Taking in every line. Her mind making sense of it in pieces because the whole thing at once was too large. She looked up. “Where did you get this,” she said. “Osei’s office. Eighteen months ago.” He paused. “I copied it without him knowing.” “And you’ve been sitting on it since.” “Yes.”

"Oh no" *************

she paused, her tongue flicking briefly across her lower lip, "...more aware." I stiffened, my fingers curling tightly around my coffee mug. "I'm sorry to disappoint," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. Lena chuckled, the sound like velvet but somehow cold. "Oh, I wouldn't say I'm disappointed. Just... intrigued." She leaned closer, her scent washing over me—something expensive and floral, but with an underlying sharpness that made my nose wrinkle. "An omega who doesn't know she's an omega. It's fascinating, really."