Polly Oc Novels & Stories

If not, it would be a lot more exciting. “Mother!” “Fourth Lady!” Jax and Ellie Palmer both walked up and greeted Polly when they saw her. Polly completely ignored them and waved her hand, then sat on the middle wooden armchair before sipping out of a teacup. “Our family prides ourselves on living in harmony. You can’t just go outside killing people as you wish! The outsiders will make fun of us,” said Polly in a cold tone after glancing at Jax. “Of course. I was wrong,” Jax apologized while his eyes frantically twitched.

“Who are you?” Her breath hitches aggressively in a hiccup before she finally answers. “My name is Polly, ma'am. And I have been assigned by the alpha to take up duties as your omega”. My eyes rake over her petite frame. I wonder if this one is from the Secret Guild too. I doubt so, she looks like she has barely spent more than a few minutes under the sun. I wonder if she could handle a weapon. But then…I know more than anyone that appearances can be deceiving. “Are you in the Guild too?”. I ask, letting out a disbelieving scoff.

She quickly reached over, grabbed her eyedrops, and put one in each eye. “Caitlin, Caitlin. Let me in!” came the voice again. Polly. What on earth was she doing here this early? Caitlin didn’t have a clock anywhere—there were no electronics anywhere on this island—but she didn’t need one to know that the sun had barely crept over the horizon. It was way too early. “Just come in!” Caitlin finally yelled back, “It’s open!” The door flew open, and in ran Polly, excited, out of breath, as always, with a big smile on her face. She looked ready and excited to face the day. Caitlin wondered where she got all the energy.

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.

Pregnant: “Sleep for now Miss. I will bring you some more tea in the morning to get ahead of your nausea. Take this.” Polly said, pulling something out of her hair. Polly was holding a beautiful silver and blue hair pin in her hand. She looked confused at polly but the blue in the hair pin kept her attention. It was the color of Jace’s eyes and her emotions were getting the best of her. She realized how much she missed him. Polly smiled at her, placing it in her hand.

She’s not familiar with the territory yet, so she denied her desire to run free. “You sure? I’m going on a bit of a run. Would you rather wait here or join me?” Polly pursed her lips. She’s not about to get naked in front of him. “I’ll wait here.” “Alright.” Her eyes widened and she glared at the man who suddenly took his shirt off. She averted her gaze with a soft curse when he pushed his pants down. She even heard his chuckle before he shifted. When she looked back, she was faced with a large dark brown werewolf. He looked majestic under the moonlight and he let out a howl before running in top speed. Shit. He’s quite fast. Polly found a round rock to sit on as she waited for him, staring

Yet, for some crazy reason she couldn’t understand, she couldn’t stop thinking of him. Polly strode down the hall at a quick pace. She had chosen her finest dress, a lightweight, light blue, with a white lace trim, elaborate white collars, and which flowed from her neck down to her feet. She wore a large hoopskirt beneath it, making it flare out at her hips. It was hot in this July weather, and she had chosen the thinnest material she had, but still, it offered little relief from the heat. She patted at the perspiration on her forehead as she went, which grew with each step she took.

I’ve changed my cloth to a short and oversize polo then I wore my face cap properly…. Back at the hotel that evening, Polly chattered about the day on video call with her friends while I showered. The water felt good on my sensitive skin. I touched myself again thinking of his fingers inside me, his groan when he tasted me. When I came out, I wore another short and oversize polo….Polly gave me a strange look. Then she spoke. “I can’t believe you are the one that make Andrena and Christiana unnecessarily vile…. Watch your mouth hoe, I snapped cutting her short and pressing my phone.

she returned, shrugging in a matter-of-fact expression. Dennis seemed to think about the fact for some seconds, very concerned. Just then, his tablet buzzed and he groaned. "The team from the facility just confirmed that something was taken," he said. "Item 13." A picture of a large, black, seemly plastic containment box marked Item 13 on the side popped up on the screen alongside some strings of letters and numbers Megan couldn't interpret. "What is it exactly?" she asked. "Unfortunately, that information is above your clearance, Miss Months," he replied, "but what I can tell you is that Item 13 out of Olympus's hands is a very, very bad development." He groaned again.

“I need a horse for my…for Stella.” Aaron frowned slightly, seeming to give the apple more attention than normal. Then he held it back, running his hand down the muzzle of the brown horse and holding out her lead rope to me. “Tiffany. That's what she's called.” — The adrenaline from the sprint hummed beneath my skin, beads of sweat gathered at the back of my neck. I ran my hand against Olarya’s dark fine fur, stopping to scratch the back of her ears softly. Her sides expanded and contracted with heavy, rhythmic breaths, the faint smell of sweat rising from her coat.