Oc Fanfic Novels & Stories

Owen loved Alice so much that he didn't have time for Gia anymore. Ever since he started dating Alice everything between them became history. The way they chat, eat, and go to school, he stopped doing it with her but with Alice. She got mad and sent a fake text to her one day, she followed her to the bar and added something to her drink. She paid the bartender to serve her, her plan was to strip her naked and take pictures. She was going to post it online and she would believe it was Owen and Owen will also hate her for being so cheap.

The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"

“Okay, both of you are doing that thing again where I become invisible while you argue about me like I’m a missing object.” Neither responded. Of course they didn’t. “We’re doing that, all of us.” I sighed and pointed toward the Ferris wheel. “Before I lose my mind.” “What?” Caspian looked at it like it had personally offended him. “You hate heights.” I turned to him. “No, I don’t.” “You do,” he said immediately. “No.” Octavian’s voice slid in calmly from my other side. “She hates falling unexpectedly.” Caspian snapped his head toward him. “That’s the same thing.”

Anthony POV I was so embarrassed, I had to dismiss Megan early, I don't know what drove me to kiss that girl again, it's not like I am attracted to her, she's nice yes, but I am way out of her league, but that kiss attempt to ignite a flame in me earlier, I must admit our second kiss contained the same flame as the first, but how hot can you burn Francis, I was curious. Looking at my cell noticing it was getting late, poured myself some whiskey, one drink won't hurt right. I managed to- well Francis accomplished what I've been trying to do for the past year, I felt like celebrating,

Krist said and glared at us " by the way where are Tay and New?" Off asked "I don't know I think they are busy, earlier I received a text message from New telling me that he went to another story because the author finally decided to write a fanfic for them, so he is very happy that they both left us here, but he assured me that they'll be back after" Singto answered ( P.S: promote WHEN THE LONG NIGHT COMES— taynew fanfic) " oww that's great to hear then, so let's go?" Off answered

i said "when do you ever use that word 'girlfriend'?"she asked "just now"i said "okay look am tired so tell Adam to drive us to were you want us to go"she said and I sighed "I want it to be only us, girlfriend "I said "okay, stop the girlfriend stuff it's making me feel weird "she said "sorry"i said "ooh, I can't wait to turn 18, I really need a car"she said and I rolled my eyes and hailed a cab

She chuckled lightly and took a sip of her coffee. Boyfriend, huh. “Yeah, surprising,” He nodded along. “I’m surprised myself. But then again, seeing as Owen is the actor of his favorite anime character, should that really be much of a surprise.” She added, a fond look crossing her features as she recalled her son’s interactions with Owen a few days ago. Arvan couldn’t help the small smile that formed on his lips at her words. Despite how much it pained him, he was happy that Leonica had found someone that treated her the way she deserved.

She could hear the moans now—a soft, keen sound that filled her ears. Bile rose to her throat as she briefly glanced at the floor she’d mopped just yesterday. The door to their bedroom was ajar. Eveline saw a discarded black heel and a pale blue silk blouse, pooled like a shed skin on the floor. Her heart hammered as she edged closer, her back pressed to the cool wall. She didn’t want to see. She had to. “Oh..fuck. Just like that. Just fucking like that.” His thick, guttural groans filled the air. His. Her fiancé. Shane.

When he hands it back his fingers brush mine on purpose. “Your father’s a coward,” Connor says, voice flat. “He screws your fiancé behind your back and then threatens to cut you off like you’re the problem.” “Ex-fiancé,” I correct. “And ex-dad, apparently. The man has no shame left. I spent years trying to be the perfect daughter for that pack and this is what I get.” Connor’s hand lifts like he wants to touch my face but he stops halfway. “You don’t owe him an apology. You don’t owe any of them anything Claire.”

Perched in a corner of the cafe, sat Owen, my supposed Fiance, chatting blissfully with his back turned to me. Chatting is what I would lightly put it. Not with the sickeningly pitched laugh that escaped Miss Donna’s lips as she ran a finger across his arm. “Oh, Owen, you have such a slick tongue, you know that?” Miss Donna, the head warrior's wife, a woman old enough to be his grandma— said, swooning at him. She batted her fake lashes, a blush creeping its way up her face and looking away like a shy virgin. I felt nausea stir in my gut as disgust shook me.