Out Of Character Novels & Stories

"Word." Denise resumed to work in silent. Jana was busy setting up her laptop when a thought passed in her mind. The OCC feature didn't went off when Jana collaborated with Denise the first time. And neither in this second. Jana took a step back for a moment to ask Vivien. ‘The OCC feature will not work with Non-Player Characters and with your co-players inside the instance. This in-character nature is only needed when facing the original set of characters from the plot.’

But before I close the door, I heard her whisper something, “What it is, I hope it’s not illegal.” -- I hope it’s not illegal. I hope it’s not illegal. I hope it’s not illegal. “Hey!” Josh snapped me out. “H-hey. What’s the matter?” “I’ve been talking here but your mind is flying somewhere.” “Sorry. I just have a lot of things to think about.” He just scratched his head then proceeded on telling stories. I can’t understand a thing on what he’s saying. I’ll just nod every once in a while then tell comments I’m not sure that makes sense.

“You will have to tell me why you have been acting out of character lately. I have been coaching you for some time now and though you aren’t the calmest player I know, you are definitely not the kind to pick fights with your teammates every now and then. I am very interested in why this is happening.” I sighed, “I wish I could tell you everything, coach.” “That sounds like you can’t tell me,” he muttered. “I’m sorry,” I apologized again. “Just think of this as me going through an emotional roller coaster. I will be fine in time and will be the Kyrian you once knew.” The coach shook his head in disagreement. He stood up, walked to the pile of books on the cupbo

I pursed my lips without a word as he sneered, “Right, I forgot. You can’t pay rent without a paycheck. What? Are you going to crawl your way back to the Suede Estate?” The System shrieked, “When has he ever shown up at the research department? He’s giving you an out. The whole thing about rent is his way of getting you to move back to his place. The guy’s making excuses because of his pride.” Exhaustion washed over me. It had been five years, and I was done. “Forget it.” The System and Patrick were caught off guard. “Just forget it. Since I went against company policy, I’ll resign.”

I adjusted my grip on his arm, feeling the tense muscle beneath the tuxedo sleeve. "Remember," he whispered, his voice low enough that it was swallowed by the roar of the crowd. "We are the anomaly. We are the system error they can't predict." "I’m the error," I whispered back, a small, cold smile touching my lips. "You’re the architect. Don't forget who built the room."

My wife, Ally Martin, is a CEO who's convinced that every man who married her only wanted her money. Any expense of mine over a hundred dollars has to go through her for approval first. I loved her enough to become the man standing quietly behind her empire. But the day I got into a car accident, she turned down my three-thousand-dollar surgery request. "Do you have any idea how many people live on three thousand dollars a month? I don't make money so you can leech off me!" The surgery came too late. My hand was left permanently disabled. I'd only just come off the operating table when her childhood friend, freshly back from abroad, posted on Instagram. The photo showed off a watch wort

It was subtle, but I felt the shift immediately. A test. A reminder of who I was supposed to be. I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. "If by ‘run into,’ you mean she ran away with her tail between her legs—then yeah, I guess I did." Ava giggled, clearly satisfied. "Still pathetic, then?" My wolf growled in warning but I forced him down. "Still pathetic," I said smoothly, tossing my untouched beer into the fire. The flames swallowed it whole, hissing as it burned.

I could tell he wasn't joking about sending me to the psychiatric ward if I kept pushing them. I knew I couldn't mess things up with only three days left before I could leave this place for good. I slapped myself twice. Colin was shocked. "What are you doing, Lucille? Stop!" he shouted. My face was throbbing and swollen. I said flatly, "You're right. I shouldn't have tried to hit another mother. Consider this my way of making things right with your precious one. Are you happy now?" Then, I turned and walked off. The wound on my calf split open again, and I stumbled, leaving a bloody trail. Behind me, I heard Sandy's sweet, sickening voice.

They laid me out before Roxanne like a dead fish. I wanted to ask her why she had to destroy me this way. She spoke first. "Look at you," Roxanne said lightly. "This is how a side character is supposed to end. Don't look so surprised. I'm a player too, and I'm the heroine of this world. What gives a mere supporting character like you the nerve to steal my male leads?" So that was it. At that moment, I almost wished she hated me enough to kill me outright. I was done with this game. Done with the mission. I wanted to go home.

It is then I spot the flashing red light in the corner of the room. “I see you Cara.” The sneering voice came from the speaker of the camera. “Oh God.” I groaned out. He could see everything I did. “You really are evil, you are the worst sort of human alive. I will not let you get away with this.” I screamed an ran at the camera, with intent of destroying it. Just as I was about to reach it and jump, the chain around my leg reached its end and stopped me. Staggering with my footing, I looked up at the camera. I reached down and pulled my shoe off my foot. I pulled back my arm and threw it and the camera. It hit a small clear plastic barrier and returned to the floor by my foot. Bending and