The Oc Fanfic Novels & Stories

The way he’d held my face before leaving and told me he'd protect me. “You should have seen him,” Vivian continued softly. “So protective. So ready to burn down the world for you.” I swallowed. “You’re imagining things.” Her gaze dropped briefly to my clenched hands. “You’re shaking.” “I’m not.” Another step back from her. Another step forward for me. “Whatever fantasy you’ve built in your head,” I said carefully, “keep me out of it.” For a second, something flickered across her face. Not doubt. Amusement.

She could hear the moans now—a soft, keen sound that filled her ears. Bile rose to her throat as she briefly glanced at the floor she’d mopped just yesterday. The door to their bedroom was ajar. Eveline saw a discarded black heel and a pale blue silk blouse, pooled like a shed skin on the floor. Her heart hammered as she edged closer, her back pressed to the cool wall. She didn’t want to see. She had to. “Oh..fuck. Just like that. Just fucking like that.” His thick, guttural groans filled the air. His. Her fiancé. Shane.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

When he hands it back his fingers brush mine on purpose. “Your father’s a coward,” Connor says, voice flat. “He screws your fiancé behind your back and then threatens to cut you off like you’re the problem.” “Ex-fiancé,” I correct. “And ex-dad, apparently. The man has no shame left. I spent years trying to be the perfect daughter for that pack and this is what I get.” Connor’s hand lifts like he wants to touch my face but he stops halfway. “You don’t owe him an apology. You don’t owe any of them anything Claire.”

Perched in a corner of the cafe, sat Owen, my supposed Fiance, chatting blissfully with his back turned to me. Chatting is what I would lightly put it. Not with the sickeningly pitched laugh that escaped Miss Donna’s lips as she ran a finger across his arm. “Oh, Owen, you have such a slick tongue, you know that?” Miss Donna, the head warrior's wife, a woman old enough to be his grandma— said, swooning at him. She batted her fake lashes, a blush creeping its way up her face and looking away like a shy virgin. I felt nausea stir in my gut as disgust shook me.

"She always wore the shortest skirts she could get away with. All the guys wanted to fu8ck her. They knew she put out and often. She texted me where to meet her and I just wanted to get my d8ck wet. She was so fu8ckign eager, showing me her tit8s. It was my teenage fantasy come to life. Then I started to wrap up my junk. She took over the job and covered me with lube. There was this picnic table they had out there. She literally told me to fu8ck her as8s as she bent over it. I wasn't going to argue. I pushed her face down. I'd never been harder in my life at that point." Oscar paused in his story-telling. I was equal parts pissed, jealous and turned on at the image he was painting. "Anyway,

“I’m Titan. And I AM thankful. I didn’t expect to wake up next to a beautiful woman-” “Ugh,” Rowan interrupted his mother’s storytelling. “Can we skip this part?” Alicia smacked Rowan’s shoulder. “No! It’s getting to the good part.” She stared googly eyed at Lamia. “It’s like a romance novel-” “Did you forget the part where he locked my mother up?” Rowan snapped, arching his eyebrow. “Alright… Dark romance?” Alicia squeaked, trying to lessen the tension the room. “Dark romance.. what does that even mean?” Rowan stared at his wife then narrowed his eyes. “You better not be reading romance novels and falling for other guys.”

Darren cleared his throat as he said not knowing how to address her. " Dana... The name's Dana" the tanned lady said, introducing herself. Darren just shook his head and sighed exasperatedly as he said, " look, Dana. I hate to break this to you but, I'm not into any of this. I'm being forced here to be with you... I know it might sound disappointing as you might have been looking forward to this but, my father made you false promises. As you can see, I'm already mated to someone else." Darren craned his neck to show her the bite mark on his neck as he calmly explained.

He looked at the dark television then the golden cakes on the floor, he reached out with a trembling hand, picking one up. He took a bit, swallowing it like it was poison. I should have felt victory but it left a sour taste in my mouth, feeling like a villain. Then a text came in. “The body in the hospital or the Omega you keep hidden, which one do you love more, you are a sick human Kieran Vale, or did you put the other Omega in there from fucking him into a near death state.”

As if Lori weren't staring at her with utter hatred in her eyes and obviously planning her murder, Freya leaned against the counter as she tackled her last slice of bacon. "I feel sorry for Dante being stuck with you, even if it's only for a few months. Seriously, Oswald, what was he thinking, mating her of all people?" "You wouldn't have liked her, no matter who she was, and we all know why," said Oswald. "That's the same question I had to ask. Why fuck someone like you out of all the girls in the universe. I would even prefer the white-haired-bitch over you. "Oh come on, if what I've heard is right, then she's an Omega for God's sake." God, the woman sounded like Ariel.