Ost Clean With Passion For Now Novels & Stories

The slamming of the heavy blast door behind them was final, a thunderous punctuation mark on their narrow escape from the Flesh Factory. Jack Sterling stood in the sudden quiet, his chest heaving, the smell of burnt hydraulic fluid and ozone clinging to his skin. He could still hear the clack-clack-clack of the Cleaners’ legs on the other side of the steel barrier, a relentless, chittering hunger that was momentarily denied.

Photos of us together (I couldn’t throw them away, so I put them in a box in the closet). By the time we finished, there was a pile of stuff by the door and my apartment felt…Cleaner, both physically and emotionally. “How do you feel?” Maya asked, sitting beside me on the couch. “Lighter,” I admitted. “Good.” She squeezed. “You needed this.” Olive appeared from the kitchen with four glasses of wine. “Okay, now that we’ve purged the ex-fiance energy, it’s time to celebrate.” “Celebrate what?” I asked.

Olivia yalled “...” “What about our relationship!” Olivia continued. “That was in the past” Jeremy said letting out a growl his wolf was getting out of control. Mark was a Gamma who listened and obeyed his alpha but at this point he stood and watched speechlessly he was never aware of any sort of relationship between them. “Including the times we kissed and had sex!” Olivia cried,she fell to the ground and cried her heart out. ==========

She sank into the water, the heat soothing yet foreign, her silver hair fanning out like liquid moonlight. Odessa strode in, her boots clicking sharply, a leather whip coiled in her hands clasped behind her back, her braid tight as a whip’s lash. She paced the aisles between the tubs, her emerald eyes glinting in the lantern light, her voice booming like a war drum. “Cleanse yourselves thoroughly! Scrub every inch!” she bellowed, the whip’s handle tapping her palm. “You represent the Luna, the Alpha, Dravonia itself—filth has no place in the Luna’s service!”

She got up and headed towards the bathroom, stepping right into the shower. Brooke took her time cleaning himself. The hot shower did wonders to clear up the fog in her head. Once she was fresh and dressed in clean clothes, she padded towards the living room only to see her brother had cleaned up after her. Shefelt a little guilty. Brooke was somewhat OCD when it came to keeping her place neat and clean. It was a running joke within her friend circle that Brooke couldn’t call herself OCD. He’d have to call herself CDO because the latter was in an incorrect alphabetic order. Brooke would always retort by saying that it just goes to say that among them all, she was the only grown-up. So when

ALPHA ELEO’S POV I actually don’t want to clean my office. I wanted the scent as proof of Adamantem’s and I’s love making, and to linger more inside my office. I don’t want to clean my table. I wanted that red stain there forever. But I know, I could not do it. After a while, some pack members might be coming in and they will all feel what just happened inside of this office a while ago.

They must be shared by a pack. And soon Orchid will be linked to Addom, Hasker and me. In fact, the process has already begun. I slip the ring on her finger. Orchid looks at me, the beautiful pools of her eyes filled with desire. I smile and kiss her soft lips. "Come on, Orchid, let me wash you some more." Though she's rinsed the alpha seed from her skin, we're both still dirty from our morning journey. I go to the stone wall and get some natural soap that we keep hidden in a recess there. I use this to clean the omega thoroughly.

“It’s not clean here.” Stella pointed to the spot on her shirt where it was originally printed with a pattern. “How is it still so dirty?” Weston knew she was deliberately picking a fight just by taking a look at it and said to her, “You just might not be able to clean this thing even with disinfectant.” “Are you talking back now? If you don’t want to wash it, just don’t. Is it necessary to be so stubborn after you did a bad job?” Weston was silent.

It had been a while since he had exercised his wolf and he could always feel it whimper whenever they passed by a park or jungle. He got to the door that led into the living room and found it unlocked. For a moment, he wanted to shift into his wolf and stalk out whoever it was before tearing them into a thousand pieces. However, he calmed down when he saw the cleaning supplies that were organised on the floor. He knew it was the cleaning agent that came in once every two days to clean the apartment. He was about to go on his way to get a drink from the kitchen when he heard the sound of the shower running in his bedroom. An elaborated frown appeared on his brows as he wondered what was going

his tone softened on the last sentence. Her demeanor changed in an instant on the soft tone and a small smile made it's way to her lips. "I never thought there would come a day when you would try to assure me. Screw that! I never even thought that we would get along." "Why not? I mean we instantly clicked." he sounded offended. He never took himself as someone unapproachable which was clearly a big misunderstanding on his part. "Did we sir?" "Didn't we Miss Taylor?" "I don't know." she shrugged with a playful grin.