Polly Oc Novels & Stories

"Is this it?" Charlie whispered, looking serious as a duck. "Yup." Beth hands him a paper bag with "POLLY THE TAILOR" written on it, "They've added the pushup bra with silicon in it." "Good." He nodded. "Oh, and Polly wanted you to have this too." She handed him a pink pouch that has a ribbon as the lock. He shook the pink-clothed pouch and he grinned "Perfect." I raised an eyebrow, "What's inside that bag?"

"No, madam. Watcher Fernanda's behavior seems normal, nothing out of the ordinary." "Good. Remember to keep an eye on Fernanda's actions. Report to me immediately if anything suspicious happens." Polly didn't have a chance to respond when the call ended abruptly. She let out a deep sigh as she put the phone back in her uniform pocket. Then she turned to leave and return to the kitchen, but someone's presence startled her. Fernanda was standing right in front of Polly. Her eyes stared at her without blinking as she asked bluntly, "What's going on, Polly? Were you just talking to someone on the phone?"

“We all understand.” Relief hit me so hard my knees nearly gave out. Polly slid off the arm of the couch and walked over. She hugged me tight. “Thank you for not saying anything about Paul being my mate,” she whispered. “I’ll go with you when you’re ready… but that doesn’t mean I want him as my mate. No one tells me what to do.” I sighed but hugged her back. Once Polly makes up her mind, there’s no changing it. Barry POV

She was Jolene’s roommate — and perpetually high on life. “Oh! And the warriors are returning today!” she added, shaking Jolene’s arm with glee. Jolene gave her a knowing look. “Jake, right?” she said dryly. Polly blushed but didn’t deny it. Jake was a young warrior always sent away on assignments — a constant heartbreak for Polly. “I already helped Gina with her wardrobe. She said I’m done for the day,” Jolene offered, hopeful. “Alpha said all omegas are needed — kitchen or mansion. Your choice.” Polly smirked.

Polly broke through the ranks and hurried over to her. "OH MY GOD!" Polly screamed out, as she reached over and lifted her hand, holding it close, inspecting, "IS THAT A RING!?!?!?" Polly screamed in delight as she grabbed Caitlin’s hand and held it up, inspecting it, her mouth wide open, her eyes wide in excitement, bringing her hand to her mouth in shock. Caitlin beamed, knowing that Polly lived for news like this. Polly got excited by even the smallest news—so news like this must have been like an earthquake in her world.

SC2 read the files instead, Axel was listening, never leaving the gazes of Penelope. “He is Polly from the Philippines, migrated to Costa Rica after selling his brother for a sum of money, also, married at the early age of hundreds and changed his name to Penelope” “A Recessive Omega, one hundred fifteen years old already and currently pregnant with twins” “What?” SC2 flinched, and like a rapper finishing what he reads immediately. “That's the most necessary thing you want to know, the rest you can read here.” SC2 put the folder beside him and moved aside, quick.

He had not expected it. Rael seized the moment, running to her side. “Polly, what are you doing?” he cried, reaching for her. But she shoved him down with a burst of energy. She no longer looked like herself. She was unrecognizable. The lycans lunged toward her, but Polly raised a barricade of energy, bouncing them away. Her gaze turned to Archibald, who was still on the ground. Slowly, she began walking toward him.

Polly hid and sulked behind a plant, his body folded for as small as he could. His eyes were closed, his mind awake, ears open - eavesdropping for every possible sound that’s Reggie-related. Stuck in that position for hours, Polly realized that aside from his nose, his ears have got some great power as well, like he knew who had been coming and going within the vicinity just by the sound of their walks and their voices.

he asserted. I narrowed my gaze at him, “What happened earlier, was it coincidental?” His eyes darted sideways. “I know we stopped at Debby Eric Han’s company and she stepped out. Regardless, is that enough to say she is your dead mate?” The last statement ripped through my heart. “She is not dead!” I growled. My claws grew out in an instant, “See!” I lifted my finger. Paul’s eyes shone in wonder. “Can you control your wolf now? Is he back?”

says Camilla, her perfectly manicured fingers making a circular movement around her stomach. “you’re hungry huh” asks Charlie. “yeah, you?, maybe we can go get something to eat” Camilla is a teacher, a lecturer to be specific, and Charlie always felt embarrassed walking with her, seeing her up in the classroom is enough for her, so with that thought in mind, Charlie walks away from her space and stalks toward the nearby grocery shop, “just a little bit of peace and quiet” she mutters under her breath, taking her already battered signature pink air pods and put it in her ears, she’s about putting the other in but she gets intercepted, already sensing the two huge pigs standing both beside he