The Office Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“When he told her to leave him alone and stay away from his woman? I mean… wow! That man could literally kill with his eyes.” A laugh snorted out of someone nearby. “I know, right? His woman—that line alone deserves an award for Best Office Drama of the Year.” The entire room seemed to talk—though, of course, not literally—with gossip energy. Everyone leaned a little closer, whispered a little louder, eyes sparkling with mischief, suspicion, or curiosity. I half-wondered if I should just start taking notes, like a journalist documenting the office hysteria. “And imagine,” someone said, voice tinged with mock horror, “if she tries to get work done while all this is happening? I couldn’t! I’d

_____ Episode 14 – His Desk The hum of the office air conditioning was a white noise prison. I was buried in the quarterly fiscal reports, columns of numbers blurring into a grey slurry of monotony. My pencil skirt was too tight, my silk blouse sticking to my back under the sterile LED lights. I was Alexandra Vance, Senior Financial Analyst, and I was dying a slow, spreadsheet-induced death. His voice cut through the drone. "Alexandra. My office. Now."

“Welcome to your new office, Butterfly.” The office was basic, but nice. Bare except for a desk with a computer, a couple filing cabinets on one side, and a couch and coffee table on the other. There was a double-glazed, soundproof window that overlooked the dance floor, but the people down there couldn’t see through it. “Uh, say what, now?” “You heard me. You will come to work every night, but instead of serving, you will come straight up here and help me sort out this clusterfuck of files. You’ll wear your normal clothes…”

"Eloise? Are you still working? I really appreciate it. Don't you worry—once the company goes public, I'll make you a COO." Hah, more like he'd make me a convict! Daniel walked into his office with a smile. However, a few seconds later, he stormed back out with a darkened expression. "Eloise, did you go into my office and touch my things?" My heart skipped a beat, but I forced myself to stay calm. "No. I've been right here, working on the prospectus." "Impossible! My mug has been moved, and you're the only one in the office right now. Company policy states that entering my office without permission and touching anything constitutes forfeiture of your annual bonus and immediate termination. I

Which was so damn wrong. “Congratulations, Mrs. Kane,” he whispered. I stiffened and hoped no one had heard. “How about a little celebration in your new office?” My office was spectacular. I couldn’t stop smiling. In about 24 hours, I had ended a fake marriage, slept with my boss, started another fake marriage, and got promoted. It was a rollercoaster. “Do you love your new space?” Alex assked. “Tech specialist?” I asked. “How did you know?”

He grunts, and before I could stop him, he matches right into the holding, the gate creaking as he steps into the holding. I wince, looking away. Mave is unpredictable, the heat has made him prickly, I wish Jesse wouldn’t provoke him. But it’s Jesse, he lives to provoke others. “The AC wouldn’t work, but I found a fan, a really, really old fan.” Joseph says walking into the office. his shirt is off, pant legs pulled up. His body does not excite me. Shame heats up my face again. “Can you fix it?”

"I will tell you only one, rest will remain secret till your proposal." Liam didn't like it but nodded in agreement after all he didn't want to talk all night when he could make his every fantasy alive. Liam Knight was always hungry for the temptress's body. "I don't know how you would feel about it but...but…" Liam raised his brows. "But what?" She searched his eyes thinking what he would think when she told him about the thing which attracts her. "I have this office fantasy." "Office fantasy? Can you be more elaborate about the details?"

Of course, you got up and walked to the office where there is a lycan, that hope that the lycan he smells every time the door opens would have the common sense to leave. You introduce yourself to him and his assistant, who is a human. You don't dare shake his hand, not that it matters because he didn't offer it to you. At least one of you has the common sense to know what is good for yourself. You see him shift uncomfortably in his chair. "Do you need a glass of water, sir?" asks the assistant, looking concerned at his behavior. “Yes, please,” he chokes out, his eyes as wide as yours. "Actually, no," he change his mind, realizing the moment she left the office, the two of you would tear your

I shift in my bed as I add whispering, “I want to know when I’ll be finally getting my make-up-sex.” I hear him inhaling sharply. “Fuck, Ginevra. Wait. I’m going to hide in another office.” I laugh and hear rustling again. “Hide in another office?” “Yeah.” Hearing doors being opened and closed again, my heartbeat picks up. “My office walls are all see through. Stupid modern interior designers.” “And here I was, fantasizing about turning up for an important business meeting in just a trench coat.” His groaning has me chuckling again. “I swear to-”

Ivy couldn't bring herself to even look at the office, feeling a kind of way. As Ivy settled into her new office space, she felt a heavy weight on her chest. She couldn't shake the feeling of confusion she felt, as the man she just shared a night of passion with was now her new boss. The door to her boss's office was just a few feet away from her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as she thought about the passionate night they shared together. She took a deep breath and tried to push the thoughts out of her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment and confusion about what happened with her and her new boss.