Ost Clean With Passion For Now Novels & Stories

ZANNICUS: As soon as I was out in the hallway, I released the breath I didn't realize I was holding. The tingles that shot through my arm made shiver in, begrudgingly, a good way but I was grateful he didn't notice. After recollecting myself, I head back downstairs to clean up in the kitchen. My task basically includes cleaning up the entire house. The other Omegas are either out buying groceries or cleaning the cars of some of the pack members. Seriously, the owners are that lazy. Are they afraid to get dirty?

It took hours, but I cleaned the tower and finally sanitized the floor and walls with fire. Black soot now coated the room, but the odor was more pleasing. My anger dissipated while I swam in the closest lake and removed the smell of death that clung to my scales. Cleaning my mess gave me a clearer view of what I wanted, and a certain young human was at the top of my list.

I would know for certain what it was if our bond was completed but Osiah made it clear that won’t be happening, not that he bothered to tell me why. I finally decide I’m done crying over him and jump in the shower in hopes I can clean off the feeling of rejection that is seeping into my skin like poison. I turn up the heat in the shower and will the scolding water to penetrate deep into my muscles and relax them, but that’s not likely to happen. You could pour freshly boiled water from the kettle on me, and I wouldn’t even flinch.

Osy walked into the room with a bowl of warm water and a face towel. He dropped the bowl on the floor and climbed onto the bed. "What are you doing?" Kon frowned when Osy tried to remove the blanket he covered himself with. "I'm trying to clean you up." He removed the blanket. "Stop!" Kon attempted to close his aching legs, but Osy forced them open. "You need to be cleaned. I don't think you want to walk around all day with my cum in you?" He smirked. "Though, I would love it. That way, everyone will know that you belong solely to me." He said, a bit possessively.

were unspooled into raw, meaningless static. "It knows we”re here," Rusty whispered. His voice was a flat, lethal blade. He shifted his weight, his coat swirling around him, the silver watch in his hand spinning with a frantic, metallic clicking. "It is drawing every spare watt of power from the district grid to facilitate the final purge. The air itself is becoming ionized." Cattleya felt it. Her skin prickled with a static charge so intense the fine hairs on her arms stood straight up. Every breath she took tasted of burnt copper and ancient, digitized ozone. She stepped closer to him, the locket in her palm feeling like a live coal.

I whisper. “Sure it is,” Jericho says gleefully. “Not so hot without her potions is she?” She smells like death, shit, and piss. The once intoxicating pheromones have worn off and she’s nothing more than an ageing, dying Omega. I can’t believe I stuck my cock in that decrepit old cunt. "Easton," she says in a creaky voice. "Do you want to fuck me, baby." Hot, sour bile pushes up in my throat. “Let’s just go. Get it over and done with,” I say to Jericho.

I relaxed against Obsidian’s chest, ready to fall asleep. “An experiment,” Obsidian rasped against my ear. His words confused me, but the confusion cleared when he spoke again to Devrim. “You’re going to clean her pussy,” he rasped, “and then you’re going to clean every drop of our cum from my cock.”

“Let's just say I have faith in you.” They gathered all the icky body parts in a heap, and Olive set a tiny fire on them. Just enough to slowly break them down and turn them into ash. She didn't know how she perfectly did it but was glad it was working. “Now how do we clear all this grime away? Both you guys and the floor is a complete mess,” Olive stated. “None of you can actually call down rain?” Shem asked. “To wash you off?” “A natural shower.” Olive laughed him off.

"How did you clean up your mess?" "Burned them," I sing. "Burned them all. Including the Beta and his stupid bitch." Celeste bursts out laughing. "Osiris, she is high." "What?" I screech. "I have never done drugs a day in my life." I clutch my chest as if I am wounded by the mere accusation. "There is a first time for everything," Celeste says humorously. But Osiris doesn't look as amused about the situation as Celeste does. "Willow," he tries to get my attention, but I am not listening. "LO!" He screams.

It was just what I wanted to hear. "You're very quiet," he whispered when we were alone again. "I think I'm still processing everything." "You don't have to worry about anything, he's going to pay for everything he did," he said while stroking my back. “You're right. It's finally over.” I felt free to say those words. “My scar will be very sexy.” I started to laugh. Only Isaac could say that kind of thing at such a difficult time. "Very sexy," I said.