Oc Roleplay Mga Nobela at Kwento

Athena's POV I had completely forgotten about Dante’s presence beside me. I turned to him with a pretentious smile and assured him, “It’s nothing to worry about.” He didn’t look convinced so I went further to say, “It’s the trauma I suffered in the vampire kingdom. I haven’t gotten over it.” His worried expression dissolved into compassion as he hugged me. I had to lie. I was an omega after all. No one wanted to have anything to do with us.

Each thrust drew a breathless gasp. Alex dipped down, his hands slipping beneath Ashly's naked back and over her smooth skin. With a grunt, he hoisted the Omega into his lap. Ashly's knees spread wide on either side of Alex's hips. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she sank into the Alpha's lap, down over her swollen knot. It moved in and out of Ashly's body because the thick base of Alex's cock was not yet large enough to lock them together. The Omega bit her tongue to keep from screaming at the sensation as the Alpha forced her up and down over her knot.

“This is a Christmas gift. Open it now. Even the women here understand basic manners better than you. “I really don’t understand how we ended up hiring trash like you.” After opening it, the words “24-Hour Overtime Voucher” came into view. It was exactly the same as my previous life. “How interesting. Trash has such bad luck even when drawing. “Did you walk under a ladder or something?”

Luca and his team argued over every detail as if it were a huge global crisis. They finally picked a midnight blue suit. It fit so well that it felt like liquid on my skin. I wore a crisp white shirt and no tie. Those Italian shoes probably cost more than my old rent did. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. "Now you look like you belong on Aldric Fenmore's arm," Luca purred. "I feel like a doll." “Darling, you're arm candy for billionaire Aldric at a society gala tonight. Your job is simple. Make every Alpha jealous of him, and every Omega jealous of you.”

Oceans p.o.v. Gregory doubled over as if in pain, before I could react he had transformed into his shaggy brown wolf and was howling to the sky "Gregory, what's wrong?" "Ocean, it's Desert and Lanna they went into the forest and didn't come back and now Sky cant contact Desert" fear settled deep in my stomach "I'm on my way" I rush over to Gregory "Gregory, come on we need to go, Lanna and Desert need us"

“Maybe because I want you to want me the way I want you.” The air thickened, and my insides melted. But quickly I rolled my eyes. “Oh stop being dramatic, and just fuck me,” I said, trying to stop the heat from crawling up my face. These were all omega’s reactions, and by the time I healed, they’ll be gone. But for now, let me enjoy it. Gerard only smiled. “We need to loosen you up.” He ran his fingers around the rim of the ass. “There’s no way this tiny hole would take all of me if you’re not.”

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.