Oc Roleplay Novelas e Histórias

"How could you do this to me?" But Michael showed no mercy. He kicked Onel in the stomach, and Onel cried out in agony, his world spinning around him. He was the pack's Luna, their Alpha's mate, but now, he was nothing more than a weak and helpless omega in their eyes. Michael's eyes roved over Onel, taking in his sweat-drenched shirt and the faint outline of his nipples beneath the fabric. "They say omegas are the best in bed," he taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Maybe if we weren't in such a hurry, I'd have a taste too."

The next morning, Matilda woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. She had tossed and turned all night, haunted by nightmares of her parent's death. As she got dressed, she tried to push the memories out of her mind and focus on the day ahead, she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to find two omegas standing in front of her. One was a tall, thin blonde named Felicia, and the other was a short, plump redhead named Emily. Matilda recognized them as two of the pack's other omegas.

I swatted his arm. I was growing comfortable with him. At first, I was beyond intimidated when I thought anyone with a wolf this strong was only going to treat an Omega like me as trash like everyone else did. "You're not an Omega." He interjected my thoughts. "You're a strong ruler, you see yourself as one then you become one. It's all about perspective. Ready?" I remained in the position he had me maintain, my gaze swept to my son in Darlene's arms and Matt with his gaze on his phone before it settled on Alan. I was determined to get this right. I was more than ready to please them.

“But my hand on his is the only thing keeping him from breaking your neck. You turned him into a monster against his own free will.” “You Bitch! Judgmental, holier than thou, Omega. Yeah I know your dad was born an Omega, we all know. You aren’t worthy of the title Beta,” She stands over me. I look up at her and yawn. Then I do that which I should have not done. See I may be unmarked but my mates are in the room, and their Lycans’ maybe asleep but they aren’t completely absent. Venus draws on their strength. I release my full aura.

I finally realized that I wasn't going to be able to hold out for the time it took to grow my pubes, so I added that to my list of things to talk to Oscar about. Oscar is good friend and make-up artist, and twisted enough himself to 'help a girl out' when she wants to role-play with her partner. That is how I explained my diabolic plan; as 'role-play,' and Oscar was on board. I set up an appointment for him to bring his kit to my studio Thursday morning.

“Kaden, you shouldn’t talk to your father that way. He might not have approached things in the most respectful way, but he’s just a man obsessed with your mother. We shouldn’t stoop to a pathetic loser’s level, or it’ll reflect poorly on your upbringing.” Furrowing his brows, Kaden let out a spat. “Simon has a point. You’re just a pathetic loser with no spine!” His eyes fixated on my face, eager to search for any hint of pain in me to feel superior. Not even flinching, I let out a friendly smile. These people were nothing more than non-player characters to me. Heck, I could say that they were merely codes that needed debugging. Characters stuck in a game had no right to mock those on the out

A face straight out of a gothic perfume ad. Seren’s jaw dropped. “No way.” She spun toward the bed, heart thudding, brain racing. The fever. The ornate room. The reflection. The sheer moon-aesthetic of everything. “No. No, no, no. Don’t you dare tell me I transmigrated into that stupid book—” Her voice cut off when a glowing blue screen popped into existence in front of her eyes. [System Initialization…] [Welcome, Seren Nightwind. Role: Jealous Rival Omega.]

“I am the boss's partner here.” “Oh, yeah? You wish you were so untouchable. It would be nice for you, a rejected and sad Omega, so weak even in her enhanced form.” He grinned, pulled out his long nails and slowly scratched my arm. The blood ran like a trickle. I couldn't move, Karly was still in her human form, but if she became a wolf, she would easily defeat me.

His soft lips kiss my neck, setting off such relief as the spell I was under begins to break. "Tirian." I whisper, unsure of what to do - I am a virgin Omega. Does he want me to touch him? Should I kiss him back? Tirian leads me to my bed and pushes me down on it. "Your scent..." He rumbles, his eyes trailing down my body to my lips. "I wonder what you taste like." The smaller male climbs on top of me, looking me in the eyes again before dragging his fangs against my neck to my breasts. His tongue slips out to toy with my nipple, teasing me for my reactions.

Soon the rest of the warriors are joining us and because everyone is a moron, I can already hear the whispers. Just use the fucking pack-link, come on. Some people recognise me as packhouse staff and others have no idea who I am, but from my scent, I’m sure they can tell I’m an Omega, so this should go over about as well as a turd in a punch bowl. “Let the fun begin,” smirks Carey. He seems like the kind of guy who loves drama, Roland does too, but Roland also seems to have a serious streak while Carey is more fun-loving. This should be interesting.