The Oc Fanfic Novels & Stories

Bianca was strangling the girl. My eyes narrowed in realization when it hitted me hard that it was O.C on the floor. Anger course through me as visions of me killing them in multiple ways flashed through my brain. The color in their faces drained out when they saw how furious I was. They left her on the floor and backed away with fear written all over their faces They dared layed hands on my girl. O.C. O.C who was pregnant. O.C who was still grieving her late mother whom was buried last week.

“She works at C&A. Every time I try to talk to her, she shuts me down. But I really can’t stop thinking about her.” I rubbed my temples, his talks draining the energy I had left. “You’re unbelievable.” “I know,” Owen said proudly. “So try hearing me out. She’s different, nothing like the others. She doesn’t care who I am, and I think that’s what’s driving me crazy.” “Or maybe it’s because she sees through your crap” I said, gulping down my whiskey. “It could be both,” he shrugged. “Is there something I could do to make things less complicated between us?” He asked.

There were more carvings. These ones showed women on their backs, with tentacles in their mouths, pussies, and asses all at once. My nipples got even harder. “Fuck, Owen. Look at this one. She’s taking three at the same time.” He pressed against me again. His cock was rock hard now. “You’d look hot like that. My dirty girl getting stuffed full.” His fingers rubbed faster between my legs. I was breathing hard. My suit was soaked all the way through. “Come on. One more room and we map it.”Owen called out

It's kind of annoying, but I have to slap myself and remind myself of my place. Maybe I always refused to be a stereotypical omega, but it's impossible to run far from your destiny, I guess. I was really only born to be someone's fuck toy and nothing else. { Theodore } I'm trying to change the subject and stop being so fucking annoyed, but I can't shake the feeling. I can't stop thinking about the confident and natural way that guy was hugging Nukea and walking with her like they were a happy fucking couple.

His teeth playing gently with the skin of my neck forced a raspy breath from me and I felt like I was melting in his arms. "Fiona." He groaned, raising his head to show me glowy eyes. "Oct-" I gasped when his hand went lower than the bodice level, "We shouldn't. I am in heat, we should separate." He groaned, his lips muttering gibberish as he opened his eyes again to reveal reddened eyes. The beast. *end of excerpt* Fiona's pov

She said. I rolled my eyes. "He's not my boyfriend Mom. Just a one night stand remember." I teased. "More reason to yell at him!" TBC Guys....my new book L'ANGELO DELL TERRORE is out on Goodnovel website with a different pen name....Ivycleopatra. Go and read..... 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 3

Owen felt a sudden pang in his chest as if a firework had just exploded in his mind. As Jason prepared the meal, Kira and Owen sat in the living room admiring Blanche’s work. She held a crystal-clear fan in her hand. The fan was fully opened, resembling a water fountain. The sculpture was carved from a single piece of white crystal, giving the static sculpture a lively beauty. “Wow…so beautiful…” Kira couldn’t help but exclaim, feeling as if her soul was purified. She carefully lifted the fan from its stand. In an instant, Owen's eyes widened. Her delicate hands were even more beautiful than the meticulously crafted sculpture, making the crystal fan seem dull in comparison.

She was with Kian. I looked at them at their table and considered this. They sure looked closed but I wasn’t worried. Kian couldn’t possibly like an omega like her. I was just pissed that Bastain was distracted with her here. Kian was a strategic man with high standards and an established position. Angel was a divorced Omega with a tutoring job and a forum post asking for secondhand competition equipment. The arithmetic didn't produce anything threatening. "I miss Mom." I turned. Finn was looking at his plate with the small, folded expression he got when something was bothering him and he was trying to decide whether to say it.

"Two weeks they've been fighting. And in those two weeks, we've been living together, out in the open. He told me I give him a kind of passion he's never felt. His girlfriend only knows how to chase money. She's nothing like the woman he used to love." The comment section was already going off. "She's about to get married and you're the side piece bragging about it?" "Shameless." "If you two can't keep your hands off each other, just make the scumbag dump her. Stop ruining a good woman's life." A low hum filled my head. The past came rushing back all at once. A mentor at work. Two weeks of silence. A fiancée abandoned in the rain on their anniversary. Every detail lined up with me and Ryan.