Novel & Cerita Objectified Oc

“We lean into it.” Soren laughed sharply. “Lean into it? Are you insane? I’m the captain of the Grizzlies. I can’t be seen as…” “As what?” JR cut in, crowding him against the dresser. “As human? As someone who wants to get fucked by the man who’s owned his head for three years?” His hand came up, fingers tracing the fresh hickey on Soren’s collarbone. “Maybe it’s time they knew their perfect captain has a weakness. And that weakness is me.”

This was the height of greed and selfishness. Rio stood and walked to me. He stroked my arms in comfort. My body reacted as usual but now I was disgusted. “Don’t touch me.” I shift away from him. He stood, staring at me. “So, you decided to come in and taste your merchandise before you purchase it?” I yell at him, doing my best to push back the tears building up in me.

His eyes wide with terror. “No!” My younger voice cracks as I trash against the restraints. “Don't touch him!” My uncle doesn't even look at me “An alpha cannot have a heart, it is a weakness.” He says calmly. Elias adjusts the controls on the machine. “Male Omegas bonds are genetic anomalies.” Auriel’s voice booms. “They destabilize Alpha blooodlines.” My heart slams violently against my ribs. “You can't do this!” I roar, Fenir’s anger coming out of me.

'Is there an electricity power cut? Qeiza titled her angle for forty five degrees from the object of her sight. By doing so, she could catch the silhouette of the things she looked at more clearly. Of course her target was the light switch. “Where have you gone?” A question and the black shadow that moved closer made Qeiza fasten her fingertip to press the switch. “Oppa?!” Dae Hyun’s good-looking face with the stare as sharp as an owl’s gaze stalking its prey made Qeiza shudder a little.

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.

I’m about to tell her to stop talking and call an ambulance when he speaks, his voice low and husky. “You’ve been wanting to slap me for years huh,” he mumbles as he struggles to push up on his elbows. “What the hell is an oaf? Who talks like that?” “It just came to me. I think it means crazy big guy. Seemed appropriate. Are you okay?”

she asked Ricardo who was standing closest to it at that time. Inside the containment box was a transparent glass structure. It held a metal rod seemly floating in space- probably by some electromagnetic force, Megan deduced from what little her science knowledge had grown since she took the job at Olympus. Some strange-looking, octagon-shaped objects were attached to the floating rod; so small that she couldn't make out what materials they were actually made of, and so finely arranged that they almost looked like one whole piece of work if not for the tiny spaces in between them which was able to distinguish their individualities to the clever onlooker. The objects all together coiled to fo

Tomo said as they all laughed and tell stories of how Nato would always get drunk first and do the silliest and craziest things. There was one time that the four of them went out drinking like they always do and Nato took notice of the pitcher that they were served and told everyone that he never saw a pitcher with this design. While they were drinking, Nato continue to tell everyone how amazing the pitcher is and that he liked how it was designed after aesthetics and function. As they get drunk, Nato seemed to make an attachment to the pitcher. The pitcher was resting on his leg while his arm was wrapped around it like he was holding a baby. he continued to hold the empty pitcher while they

My eyes widened as I stared at Kyrian Maddox half naked, hair damp, water still on his body, his butt hanging out facing me. "You've got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Where’s your lover boy? Tell him to show his face! “I want to kill you! I’ll tear you to pieces! “I’m looking right at you…” I jerked my head back. Amid the crowded street, I couldn’t find that silhouette anywhere. However, the malicious gaze on me was hard to ignore. The malice radar went off. In the distance, a man with a baseball cap stood among the crowd. A terrifying, ink-red 5000 pulsed above his head. It was Cameron, and his malice value had soared to 5,000. Something in his hand glinted in the sunlight.