Bee Oc Novels & Stories

Walking down the hallway of their cozy little house, Lisa could hear the faint sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore in the distance. It was serene, soothing in a way that felt like a lullaby to her soul. She made her way to the room where Ace was sitting, his back facing the door as he gazed out the large window that overlooked the beach. The soft golden glow of the setting sun bathed the room in warmth.

"Welcome to Rosendale. We have only a few rules here. Most of them apply to everyone, but some of them are for only extras." I nodded, my eyes fixed on him. I wondered if Valerian had felt this intimidated, this alone. I wondered if he wanted to give up, too. "First and foremost, don't use the gym while we use it. You can use it after if you find it open." I nodded. I had no intention of using the gym. "As an extra, you are Rosendale pack's equivalent of an omega, so you can't eat with us either. You can eat after we are done eating if there are any scraps remaining."

I guess this is the most humorous thing I have ever heard of. Ajay - irresistible!? With these scary owl-like eyes and the features of a skeleton? My! He really pulled a long farce today. "More than a jackpot." He responds bubbly like a teenager who just won the first soccer tournament. "Care to tell me what that is?" I implore with a vibrant sense of apathy in my pitch.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

With his looks it had been a choice not all his own, but being alone was something he'd gotten used to regardless of whether or not he would have wanted it differently. "Go take a break. I'll take over." Bruce was his supervisor and someone he thought of as a friend. Though to Christopher, a friend was just someone who didn't take pot shots at you. Bruce treated him fairly and therefore Christopher thought of him as a friend. He got up out of the rolling secretary chair and headed for the commissary where he went straight to the refrigerator for his bag lunch. It wasn't quite the bag lunch that would come to mind for the average person. His was an actual grocery bag half filled with food. O

It’s a welcomed change of attention from Leo and I but Becca is shocked. “Excuse me?” “I am Owen Booi by the way and nothing like my cousin. I can’t be the only one not eating when everyone seems to be paired up. Don’t worry I don’t bite.” “You are cocky.” I can see Becca’s cheeks flushing up. Very few men are able to get that reaction from her but Owen is not an ordinary man. He is a handsome, kick-ass mafia man with style and a great personality. “I’m quite pleasant once you get to know me. You should ask your bestie, she likes me.”

Said Annabel to Mara and Mara smiled upon hearing that but she never stopped talking. "The Yam-Yum. This is just like the om…" Annabel didn't know what was om, so she needed to ask. "Om? What's om?" She asked curiously. "Hmmm… om is another sex position." Mara replied to her as Annabel's eyes and mouth opened widely. It was obvious that Annabel was surprised.

OH MY GOD! . . #TBC

Her dad had enough power to have his own coven and then some, but he preferred to spend his time caring for flower gardens and lawns. Zephyra was surprised to see Oberon Heintze, but not his wife, Ophelia. They were fae—the only fae in Paros and most likely all of Tennessee. Ophelia usually attended these meetings, but Zephyra guessed she couldn’t find anyone she trusted to watch their son. Oberon currently looked like a balding man in his fifties. The fae’s appearance tended to change slightly with their moods.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.