Object Oc Novels & Stories

The little birds sang and flew freely from one place to another and transmitted a certain level of tranquility to me, however, my mind did not take long to return to the same thing again and again, Isaac did not come to class and I still did not decide to go look for him or no, it was very possible that he refused to talk to me. There was a couple of doves on the branch of an oak and it was too cute for me to see them close together and with their eyes closed. A part of me didn't want to leave the house, but I knew perfectly well that being in college was distracting me a bit so it was the best for my sanity.

I didn’t want trouble over a simple errand. When I opened the front door of the modern mansion, the living room was completely quiet. No barking, no litter box, no food bowls, no leashes—nothing you’d expect for a pet. A neatly dressed woman stood near the sofa, looking tense, as if she’d been waiting for me. I paused politely. “Hi, I’m with the errand service here to feed Mimi. Where’s the pet?” The woman didn’t answer right away. She looked me up and down, as if sizing me up. She wore a Bluetooth earpiece, and someone was clearly talking to her on the other end.

"It's not like that." "Then what is it like?" I challenged, leaning forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, it sounds an awful lot like I'm just a task you've been given." Jace exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "Look, when an unclaimed omega shows up in pack territory, it's a big deal. It doesn't happen often. And when it does, there are... protocols." "Protocols," I repeated flatly. “Yes protocols.” He exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "If it helps…We volunteered."

Camille at the laptop cross referencing the DCI’s name against public records, finding things faster than any of them expected because Camille, it turned out, had a precision mind for research that none of them had known to use before now. Zara made coffee for everyone and felt useless for approximately four minutes. Then she sat down and looked at the photograph again. The restaurant. Osei. The DCI. She looked at the background. Unfocused but there. Other diners. A window. Outside the window a street sign, partially visible, just enough letters to— “Damon.” He looked over. She pointed at the sign in the window of the photograph. He leaned in. Read it. His eyes sharpened.

the fairly old man smiled and stood very close to Angela. Angela had been bound to a chair with shackles. It was very tight that she couldn't move a limb. "Hello, the Omega" the fairly old man greeted her and laughed. "My name is Malcolm. I'm very sure you know that before lurking around my house" he shook his head. "There is a misunderstanding. You are making a mistake. I am not lurking around your house" Angela pleaded. "Is it also a mistake that you are an Omega?" Malcolm asked quickly.

Despite the lethargy, the cheering from the audience creates a blaring sound that overpowered the entire arena, louder than it could ever be. Of course, it’s Wyatt Benjamin, the one who singlehandedly perished the hundreds of disguised members of Royal Defense sent by the kingdom of dark magicians months ago. Or at least, that's what they thought it is. Crarene, the kingdom of the above-mentioned creatures, is the first and worst enemy of Oqazia. That is why anyone who contributes a lot in solving or stopping the chaos they are constantly causing earns glory from the people.

"The desk outside, that'll be your working place. I'll send someone to direct you on the work you've to do" Hailey nodded and went out of the office. Charles picked a pen from the table and rolled it in between his hands, a smirk could be seen on his lips. "You won't apologize? Let's see if you're gonna stay after what I'm gonna do to you" he said. **** WASHINGTON METROPOLITAN HIGHSCHOOL*** Immediately the bell rang for closing, Jaime carried his bag and went out of the class without waiting for Mickey. "Hey, Jaime! Wait for me!" Mickey yelled. He hurriedly packed his books inside the bag and ran out of the class.

The sun was barely up when Evelyn received a message on her burner phone—a number that only a few trusted people knew. The text was brief and to the point: *Meet me at the old cathedral. Midnight. Come alone.* Evelyn’s heart pounded as she read the message. Kade didn’t waste time. The old cathedral was a relic from a forgotten era, long abandoned and shrouded in urban legend. It was the perfect place for a clandestine meeting, far from the prying eyes of The Tribunal.

"Don't! Don't make noises, and Don't panic,'' I warned them. We stood back to back in an attacking position. I was the oldest one here. All three of us were omegas. And I couldn't even shift properly. I wasn't even sure if I could use the pack link or not. " June, Cathy, try to use the pack link and ask for help." "I'm trying already. Seems like we are not in the range anymore," Cathy said. June was already terrified. She was almost trembling. Cathy was on the verge of crying as well. "We can't make it like this," I told them. "You two need to listen and calm down." But nothing was helping. They were getting more and more panicked. The appearances were becoming visible quickly.

Chapter Nine: Leaked Soren’s phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. He sat on the edge of his couch, his elbows on his knees while staring at the coffee table where his screen kept lighting up with new notifications. Every major sports outlet had picked up the story. The leaked messages, some explicit, some unexpectedly tender were splashed across headlines in bold font. “Calder & Draven: From Rivals to Lovers — Explicit Texts Revealed” One message in particular was everywhere: