Out Of Character Novels & Stories

In the first place came an introduction to character integration where the concept of OOC was finally introduced. Acting out of character otherwise known as OOC was a forbidden action that could cost a Transmigrator points. It was like a cruel warning because the more one OOCed the more they risked being found out by the world as an external energy. ***Transmigrators will be referred to as T from here onwards.

"*Sighs* Thanks for coming into our lives, I don't know what I would have done without you here." 'I don't know why mother can't see through him, he is so pretentious, I hate him so much. Why did you have to go father? If you were here you would never ask me to marry someone I don't want to get married to all because of wealth.' Melissa McCarthy thought as she sat down on the roots of a tree. She had always wanted a peaceful life, she had that when she was still back at San Francisco, back then she had a friend she could play with, but then they had to move out because her father got a job in Cody Wyoming. So she had to go along with them.

Hearing those words, everyone was startled. If you want to leave all the girls behind... Allen Old's reputation is not good, who knows what will happen if you leave the girls behind, not to mention there are many people in that room. There are as many wolves and tigers as there are giants, but this is not possible. "Allen Old..." Charlie still wanted to say something else, Allen Old was immediately upset, a hand whipped forward, hitting Charlie's body with a flash. "Get out quickly, don't roll over. Don't even think about leaving here today." Allen Old was angry.

I said, pecking her on the lips. The cashier looked away and I chuckled grabbing Tori's hand. We got out of the drug store only to bump into three armed men. I recognized the tattoos on their forearms. Scorpion's eye organization. "If you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be" I said, moving forward but was stopped by one of the men. "Wait. We know you. You're The Grim" the taller one said. I narrowed my eyes. "Uh- not today, big guy. Not today" I said, driving my elbow into his face.

Josh cursed at his back, clenching his fists. He had been trying to get Naty and trick Kayden into signing the shares over to him but it failed. He even tried to steal money from the company and poach the workers but someone kept on messing up his plans. Just who was it?! "Take it easy. We need to implement a plan to make sure Kayden never gets back up once we strike him down," Sophie said. "He has Naty on his side. How do we do that?" Josh grumbled. "Then we need to make sure that old woman can never get back up," a sly smile appeared on Sophie's lips.

Meanwhile, I lay sprawled on the cold floor, clutching my swollen cheek, too drained even to shed a tear. I braced myself against the wall and slowly stood up. Head lowered, I said numbly, "Since I'm so worthless, I'll leave. From now on, just pretend you've lost a maid. That way, I won't be an eyesore to you anymore." Papa let out a cold snort. "Getting bold enough to threaten me, are you? Walk out that door and don't expect to get another cent from this family!" He was about to hurl more insults when Francesca suddenly shrieked, "Oh no! My precious Pico seems to be coughing!"

He seemed to be smiling and crying at the same time. I calmly watched the flames burn. "Those photos were fake anyway. The real ones were already destroyed." Julian froze. His eyes reddened completely. "It doesn't matter. I just wanted to make up for what I did. "I wronged you. I was too impulsive back then, so I..." I laughed mockingly. "Are you talking about stripping my clothes off, or about sleeping with Vivian?" Julian's eyes widened in shock. "You... you know?" How could I not know?

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

In our third year of marriage, Jillian Holt changed the name she had saved my number under. It wasn't "Dear" anymore. It was "7:00 pm to 7:30 pm". She said she set aside only half an hour a day for personal matters. If I messaged her a minute early, she wouldn't reply. If the text was even a minute late, she wouldn't reply either. Once, I had a fever of 102.2°F and was hooked up to an IV at the hospital. I called her seven times. At 7:00 pm, she called me back right on time. "You have 29 minutes left. Get to the point." I asked hoarsely if she could come pick me up. She glanced at her schedule. "29 minutes isn't enough for a round trip. Get a cab yourself." I had always thought she

George pointed to his chest while saying the words with great sarcasm. "George." Carolynn called out in an exasperated tone. "Don't do that Carolynn, just don't." George snapped while placing the plate down by the tray, then facing a red-faced Carolynn, "you can't just crash back into my life and act like everything is normal. It's not!" "This is not about me-" "Damn right it's not about you Carolynn. Damn right." George snapped off her words. Carolynn's chest pumped with great pressure and excitement. Her fingers tightened and loosened in mock fists, and her face ran red with the same fire which bubbled at the center of her scalp.