Odd Character Novels & Stories

But the Orc leader's heavy breathing was calming down as the soothing voice of the female Orc kept talking to him. The Orc leader lowered his weapon and walked over to the female Orc. He gently picked her up and held her tightly against his ċhėst, they nuzzled their faces against each other for a while. After their tender moment together, the Orc leader walked back to Will with his mate in his arms. The female Orc looked at will with pity, and the Orc leader was now indifferent instead of furious. He lifted his weapon and used it to point towards Will's four limbs, one at a time. Will was confused, but when the Orc leader repeated his actions, Will finally understood. He had to choose!

"you know, the carvings were so similar, so similar that I missed them the first time but when I checked again, I found something. Are you not left-handed Andre?" "I am" he pulled a picture with two images, one which I knew, Beck's, the other, I had no idea. "What am I looking for Detective Jones?" I am doing quite a job being passive. He knows nothing, he knows nothing. I encouraged my bravery. "The poems by the poetic killer were written to the right, take a closer look at the T, but something about Beck's is off. Now it's either the poetic killer came back as a left-handed person, or we have an imposter seeming to be the poetic killer," his looks on my face suggested he was trying to read

I cheated on Triston with Oliver. ---------------------------------- Marcus had left after asking Triston to be his Groom of honor. A shoo-in for his big brother, but an honor nonetheless. I was seated on my bed. I hadn’t felt well since our earlier conversation, “Iris.” My eyes moved up, and at the doorway stood Triston His face was gray. If I were feeling bad, I could only imagine what he was feeling. “Do you want to come to this?” I was silent, eyes down at my legs.

"You guys look alike. And Jack and I are friends, I guess. Not close or anything but we talk sometimes." Annie nodded, looking at the empty football field. "Right. Not a lot of people know that." "Really?" Leo, again, already knew that was true but wanted to keep the conversation going and figured with her nature she probably wouldn't say anything first. Annie nodded again, "Yeah. Our personalities are quite differential for people to see it." Leo shrugged, "For what it's worth, I can see it. I mean, you're both nice, kind-hearted people. Jack's just... louder, I guess."

ODD WILSON "Go away. It was the only thing that came to my mind when I saw Lisa as she entered my apartment. It all happened so fast that I don't know shit. I made out with Lisa who ended up not being Lisa but another woman with a mysterious tattoo on her right foot. I walked to my room with ice on my cheekbone, pure shit tonight. I had never seen a woman hit as hard as she did, how could I have mistaken Lisa for a stranger? Her hair color was similar, her waist was narrow, and she had a great ass. Although her breasts were not equally large, I found this woman attractive. Someone I could spend a fun night with, the problem was I didn't even know her name. Incoming Call "Odd What happened? "

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

I really don't know what's funny. Jade's shorter than me. Latin American, olive skin, big green eyes and she's kinda pretty. She dresses in tight clothing sometimes and I'm always tempted to take her to a corner and tell her her choice of clothing is too tight. I don't know why she dresses like that though, it's like she has this massive crush on Leo with the way she throws her arms around him when they stop to talk. And she always giggles a lot.

He turned to look at me and all reasoning left me, He is tall just like Henry, Nice hair cut, red lips, not as dark as Henry and above all he is more handsome than Henry. "Baka" he said with and amuse looks "Baka" he said again and started laughing, a deep throathy laughter and his head thrown back just like I have always imagined a certain someone. "Isn't it a bit too much to call a stranger an Idiot" he said with a husky voice and my throat went dry, he knows the meaning of the word. Only one person that I know of has this same voice and laughter and also knows the meaning of this word. My Mysterio

Serena tried to cry out, but her voice caught in her throat. She looked up just in time to see a masked man approaching. His scent was unfamiliar—neutral, like he’d masked it on purpose. His steps were fast, silent, efficient. A dagger gleamed at his waist, but he didn’t reach for it. Instead, he raised something small—a dark crystal embedded in a charm—and held it before her face.

She was twenty years old and sharp and funny and she was the person I had learned how to love people from, which was without conditions and without performance and without waiting to see if they were going to cost you something before you decided they were worth it. I hung up at eleven forty five. I stood outside my building for a moment in the September cold. My phone buzzed in my hand. A notification. Social media platform. Direct message from an account I did not recognize, zero followers, username that was a random string of letters and numbers, the specific profile of an account created for a purpose and not for an ongoing presence. I opened it.