Scene Oc Novels & Stories

] When Sam opened the message, he cannot believe what he is saying. [Don't tell me this is a scam!] The man behind the chat is slapping his desk in so much laughter—even his eyes are becoming teary because of Sam. The innocent introvert young man's body is turning cold because of the nervousness settling down to his feet. He goes to the corner to get his bag. As he opened it, he gets his blue light glasses to lessen his eyestrain. The CEO messaged again. [You cool more hot with those glasses.]

Charlotte’s point of view: It was dark at night when I saw hands holding me by the neck, it was so dark I wasn’t able to see them, but I felt them alright, their claws was sinking into my skin, my eyes are closed, I feel the blood draining out of my brain, I couldn’t stay longer, at least not in that position, else I would die. My arms immediately fly up to my neck in an attempt to remove those cursed hands. “you should really never sleep deep outside kid” I immediately come back to consciousness my mind now at ease.

“But you...you have possibilities.” Scy tensed, but Mathin caught his arm and squeezed in warning. Not yet. Scy subsided, but tension radiated from him as he sighted his laser rifle on their brother. Mathin’s hands were occupied with the coil of rope that would give them access to the room below.

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

Now, she was acting like a mad female, wanting to claw her way out of her as if she wanted to avenge a dead family member. ‘What the hell is going on, Scarlet?! Why are you acting like a mated female, wanting to kill anyone that comes close to our pups?’ Samantha asked as she was breathing hard. Scarlet refused to answer her question but she did calm down after Samantha took a whiff of a new scent that was penetrating the packhouse. The scent carried the endless night of passion and seduction. She fell to the floor, holding her chest as if Samantha had been struck by lightning inside her. She looked around, trying to decipher if anyone who might be showing up in the dining hall could be carr

If this is it, give me another sign, please. “Lou, come here!” Joshua screamed and he waves his hands. I was brought back to reality and I started walking again in their direction. While walking, my phone suddenly vibrates. “Wait a sec, guys!” I said and they nodded. It’s a call from Oscar. “Hello?” I answered the call. “Hello, direct? We’re already set up our equipment here in the mountain forest. You may now proceed here if you want” He said. “Is everything okay?” I assured.

"That's what you saw at that moment. So... your face and whole body won't be visible, only what you saw that time." Scott nodded. Yes, he remembered the scene. It was the afternoon, just before his parents came to pick him up. Then Scott said goodbye to his friend and got into the car. He saw his father and mother there. Scott suddenly became sad. He missed them, and now he could see them once again.

Kate The scene opens in Christopher's penthouse, a place that has become familiar yet still feels like uncharted territory to me. Soft candlelight flickers, casting warm, golden hues across the room, creating an intimate and inviting ambiance. The gentle glow of the candles reflects off the luxurious furnishings, adding an air of elegance to the space. The scent of vanilla and sandalwood fills the air, making me feel instantly at ease.

The study was dark. He didn't turn on the main light. Just stood at the window with the city below. Quieter than daytime. This version of New York that only existed in these hours, still alive, still moving, but differently. Like the city had finally exhaled. He looked at it. Thought about Thursday evening. He thought about the handshake. About dark eyes holding, and the feel of her hand on his when they were introduced. He thought about what she studied. Olfactory neuroscience. The way scent bypassed conscious processing and interacted directly with neurological response.

NOLAN POV The forest stretched around me, vast and unchanging, yet something felt different today. I wasn’t alone. I could feel him before I saw him. Jace had a way of making his presence known, whether intentional or not. His scent carried on the breeze—fresh cedar and something distinctly alpha. It was familiar, grounding, but today it was also laced with curiosity, suspicion even. He was searching for something, and I had a feeling I knew exactly what.