Oc Fanfic Novels & Stories

◇NO POV◇ After that night incident Aurthur never got angry on her in the sametime her labor dates are also near he is scared a lot about thinking those where as viranica is busy in eating the ice creams brought by xion doctor told her not to have more cool items still she is eating them like a kid if he say anything she will start drama his parents, her mom, xion all starts scolding him literally he became a outsider to all because of his little wife

I reach up to pull out my hair-tie, releasing my ponytail, and start running my fingers through my long, tangled hair. “What do you mean?” Hannah asks, furrowing her brow and looking to Vienna questioningly. Vienna leans against the edge of the bunk and cocks out her hip, resting her hand on it. “Isn’t it obvious?” she asks as she glances back at Hannah, smirking. “Olly hurt Fallon, so he hurt Olly. He’s clearly got the hots for her.” She tosses a teasing wink in my direction. Hannah shakes her head quickly, her brown curls bouncing. “No way.”

Some people had already made some sick fan art of the whole ordeal, casting a platinum blonde stranger as Eliza. They weren’t even the worst. The worst had to be the fanfics that had seemingly popped up overnight. I only got through the blurb of one before I had to click out of the site, lest I risk permanently damaging my psyche. When I saw all this, I was a little shocked that I was yet to realise that I hadn’t yet received a scolding call from my mother. But then I checked my phone and remembered I had muted all calls and notifications from her, of which there were many.

She did not expect Clara to act as a blatantly forced kiss. "Follow me!" Clara said and pulled Dove with her. She had to keep an eye on him. The two girls kept following him until they reached a big company. Jonathan also senses someone is following him. But when he turned back, he saw no one. The two girls stood in front of the Omen comic book publisher and were surprised. According to the two of you, he must be working here. Never had his company been so close to the two of you. However, she had not felt Marble's energy for a long time.

I looked at her in contempt and then turned back to Alpha Draco. "There wouldn't be a problem except that this stupid maid of yours, which I presume to be blind, spilled an entire tray of drinks on my expensive suit." Draco turned to the waitress with a mortified look in his eyes. I could see the hate brimming. Deep inside me I felt pleasure bubbling. I thought he was going to condone this wretched girl whose disgusting Omega blood made a stench in the entire hall. I feared his standards had dropped so low to tolerate such filth.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

he says, tossing the magazine to me. I push the stupid magazine to the side. I don’t even want to know what photos the nuisance of a woman put in there. “That Zanine has to get over this already. I fucked her once back in high school and she reminds me about it every freakin’ year.” It’s the same every July. She somehow gets my photos and publish them for some twisted anniversary of the day she lost her virginity. “Maybe you should fuck her again, better yet, make her your bitch. That might shut her up and you have been starving lately,” Owen suggests while winking mischievously at me.

It's kind of annoying, but I have to slap myself and remind myself of my place. Maybe I always refused to be a stereotypical omega, but it's impossible to run far from your destiny, I guess. I was really only born to be someone's fuck toy and nothing else. { Theodore } I'm trying to change the subject and stop being so fucking annoyed, but I can't shake the feeling. I can't stop thinking about the confident and natural way that guy was hugging Nukea and walking with her like they were a happy fucking couple.

She said. I rolled my eyes. "He's not my boyfriend Mom. Just a one night stand remember." I teased. "More reason to yell at him!" TBC Guys....my new book L'ANGELO DELL TERRORE is out on Goodnovel website with a different pen name....Ivycleopatra. Go and read..... 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 3

Owen felt a sudden pang in his chest as if a firework had just exploded in his mind. As Jason prepared the meal, Kira and Owen sat in the living room admiring Blanche’s work. She held a crystal-clear fan in her hand. The fan was fully opened, resembling a water fountain. The sculpture was carved from a single piece of white crystal, giving the static sculpture a lively beauty. “Wow…so beautiful…” Kira couldn’t help but exclaim, feeling as if her soul was purified. She carefully lifted the fan from its stand. In an instant, Owen's eyes widened. Her delicate hands were even more beautiful than the meticulously crafted sculpture, making the crystal fan seem dull in comparison.