Ovid Novels & Stories

I nodded. “Okay.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was seated at the end of the table. My eyeliner had run, and I had chased off the chef. He wasn’t needed. I could order takeout, which I did, but seeing the full spread already in the kitchen made me pick at it. I had been through what couldn’t have been more than four glasses of wine. Maybe four bottles. Hell, maybe a bottle of vodka too. Who would know? No one. I was alone in this large home. Scary to think about since I would be sleeping here- maybe that second bottle of vodka was the reason I didn’t feel jittery.

I need your help. Sylvie stared at Catelyn blankly, and her breathing inadvertently became disordered. Since Draco's son had a virus in his body, the death rate was as high as 70%.

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Torento asked in the darkness. "Yes Boss." Terry replied. A bang was heard, the door was kicked open and just at that moment the light came back. Josh was standing by the door, a bandage wrapped around his head and some wierd looking glasses on his face. He held a baseball bat in his right hand. "Hello," he smiled, the lights went off again. There was a bang, followed by another. Someone shouted in pain, it was one of Torento's men and a crack was heard, Alex didn't need to be told to know that was a bone.

m. Once I got back, I immediately changed into comfortable clothes and took another nap. It was currently 1 pm and I just finished decorating my room and showering. I went down to the cafeteria for food and thankfully only ran into the girls. “Hey, Ava.” Rhea greeted and it was safe to say we all looked like shit. “What’s up?” “A massive headache is what’s up.” Veronica rubbed her scalp with her hand. “Mine has really gone down though. Thanks for the pills, Rhea.”

“Or am I going to turn into one of those things?” “No,” the doctor said immediately. Then after a short pause, “And yes.” Nova stared at him. “…What?” The doctor rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “You are not dying.” “But you are infected,” Kael finished grimly. Nova’s pulse pounded loudly in her ears. “No.” Kael held her gaze steadily. “The Hollowfang infection is inside your system.” Nova immediately shoved herself off the bed despite the pain shooting through her leg. “No. No, absolutely not.”

We were just praying he survives. After some hours, a doctor came out to meet us. "Doctor, how is he?" I asked him. "See me in my office please" he said. The three of us followed the doctor to his office. "You see..." He started. "The young man hit his head when he fell. He's in a critical situation. We've tried our best, he'll be resting for some days but when he wakes up, there is possibility that he won't remember anything anymore" he said as I burst in tears.

Amanda didn’t say anything about it but wished Klick luck. Tonight was going to be the night Carlos took him on the third and final date before they got frisky. In order to entice Carlos, Klick had to take some medicine to make him replicate an omega’s body in heat so that it wouldn’t hurt him during the intercourse. At the same time, he injected himself with a type of dormant virus that will transmit through sexual intercourse and bodily fluids. Once the virus has infected Carlos, Klick will return to his room to inject the vaccine. The virus is slow acting and nobody would suspect it until it flares up after twelve hours, causing the infected person’s immune system to attack itself and cau

Private Lab Ovic Incorporation Noon Dayo held his head in his hands. The migraines ground into his temples have got worse. It was the kind that stopped all other traffic in the brain, as if suddenly all had met with red lights. His vision blurred as he tried to concentrate on the simulation of the RNA structure of the virus. He tried shaking the pain off, but it only grew worse. He wobbled as he got to his feet.