Polly Oc Novels & Stories

Polly forced herself to conclude that the whole thing was ridiculous, and to focus on quickly washing her dress and returning to prepare for Sam’s arrival. Polly brightened at the thought of it, as she reached the lake. She knelt at its shore and began scrubbing her dress in the icy water. As she did, another cold wind picked up, this one stronger than the last, rippling the water and the otherwise still lake, forcing Polly to take a break and look up. Polly was surprised. Seemingly out of nowhere, there appeared a small canoe on the water, drifting her way, and quickly. Polly looked at it, puzzled. Where had it come from? How had it gotten so close so fast?

It consisted of a large glowing monitor, a keyboard, and a central processor tower with multiple open data ports. I reached into the small hidden pocket lined inside the bodice of my gown. My fingers found the tiny, black hacking drive Adrian had given me. I pulled it out and stared at it for a brief second. This tiny piece of plastic held the power to destroy a mafia empire. I jammed the drive into the open port on the console. The monitor flared to life immediately. A black terminal window popped up on the screen, lines of green code scrolling too fast for me to read. Then, a thick progress bar appeared in the center of the window.

Olivia said tightly, leaving a disappointed Polly alone for the first time in a week. The worst part? Polly's holes craved dick. Every morning she woke up to her fingers fucking herself. Her sheets were wet, next to her sleeping mom. It was embarrassing and discrediting. Why would her mother believe her? Polly acted like a crazy person. A cock addicted whore. One thing was certain. She needed professional help. With a sigh, Polly curled up alone in bed that night, hopeful that the doctors Olivia would insist on could at least make her less horny. Later that night, Max woke up to a warm mouth eagerly sucking his cock. He knew it wasn’t Olivia, as his wife thought his dick didn't work.

He was saved from asking as the door opened and my next client walked in. “Hey!” “Hey, Polly! This is Future Alpha Alec. This is Polly, a pack member.” Polly looked nervously at Alec but showed him respect. “Get comfortable and use the bathroom if you need to. Let me finish this email and I’ll be right there.” “Perfect.” Polly was a looker. With long skinny legs, blonde hair and daggers for fingernails. She had the model body but she was a sweetheart and one of my assistants. “Did you need help with any of that? I have the evening free?”

Caitlin stood there, stunned. She could not believe that it was really Polly. She looked exactly the same as she had, with her distinctive translucent white skin, her light brown hair, and her blue eyes, large and shining. She also looked the same age, somewhere around 18. Rationally, Caitlin knew that she should have expected this; but seeing it face to face threw her completely off guard. Polly broke into a wide smile, grinning from ear to ear, displaying her beautiful, white teeth—the exact smile that Caitlin remembered. It was uncanny. And it felt so good to recognize someone. For the first time, Caitlin didn’t feel so alone.

This being the thing which woke me up from my unplanned nap time and to scream in pain, using my legs to slide across the flooring and away from Polly. “She’s alive!” Polly announced to everyone as though my screams of pain weren’t evidence alone that yes, I hadn’t died, but even though I wasn’t dead, didn’t mean my body didn’t wish it was in that moment. “I will give you some privacy.” Polly smiled as though what was happening was a joyful experience for all involved, currently I’d give it a one out of five stars!

Ascending to the fifth floor, the person assigned to keep watch respectfully opened the door for Cedric. Polly's complexion turned pale at his entry. "Mr... Mr. Carlson?" she stuttered, her panic palpable. Her hands were nervously twined behind her back, and she avoided his gaze. Cedric sat opposite her, his frosty eyes briefly surveying her before he spoke in a sharp tone. "Who told you to do it?" "I don’t know... what you’re talking about, Mr. C-Carlson," Polly stammered, her distress clear.

"Hey, I have a good idea, why don't you come too? It'd be fun." "Hmm, alright, but you have to promise to let me take you shopping soon." "Oh, fine, but nothing too bonkers, Polly." Ariel warned. "You have my word." She said with a smirk. Polly was known for wearing the most interesting and out of the box clothing and that scared Ariel a little. She had no idea what was in store for her, but she had no choice now, she had already agreed. "I'm so excited! Come on, let's head to class!" Polly grabbed Ariel's hand and ran into the school.

Coming back to New York I planned to start over with Jamie, I didn't plan on having to deal with some obsessed psycho. I left my car and walked into her home. Jamie was standing in the living area, holding Penelope while chatting to the same policeman that took me in earlier. "I told you this was him. Jack broke in here and stole them."She didn't look scared like she sounded on the phone. She looked angry now. "Are you okay?"I asked her and took Penelope from her arms. Jamie nodded her head in reply. "So what's going on — How did he get in here?"

Shayla I hoped I could find Poppie’s ass before she goes and does something stupid as shit. I had been hearing she had been out here slinging her shit for some ends and if that was the case, then I had an offer she couldn’t refuse. The last thing I had heard was that Poppie had been hanging out with Marcus and she got hooked on the powder. She is so much better than that, but I know she was lost after I left. I didn’t have a choice. It was either stay in jail or go back with my Auntie who got me out of jail.