Doc Ock X Reader Novels & Stories

After the Ig publication S.H.I.T Journal goes viral, I search its website out of curiosity. The satirical journal bills itself as a home for all things academic garbage. The moment I open the site, the top trending article catches my attention. It reads, "A Research on How to Deceive a Gullible Foster Mother With Face Blindness and Trick Her into Raising Me as Her Biological Daughter for Twelve Years". "Keywords: deception, face blindness, self-delusion, false family bonds" I freeze and click into the full article with trembling fingers. The more I read, the more terrified I become. "1.1 Definition of face blindness and how to swap daughters to deceive the foster mother" "2.1 Practical uses and drawbacks of the foster mother" "3.1 How to profit by exploiting the foster mother through her face blindness" The content sends a chill through my entire body. The comment section is already in chaos. "Does this mean the author is actually the daughter of the mistress, and her father swapped her to be raised by his wife for twelve years?" "That's not all. Didn't you read 2.1? The wife had her own daughter, and the husband deliberately handed her over to traffickers!" "What the hell… In 3.1, it even says that because the wife has face blindness and can't tell people apart, the author makes deals with single fathers of classmates and sends the wife to…" At that point, my phone slips from my hand and crashes to the ground. The screen shatters instantly. I have severe face blindness, and I have a daughter who was kidnapped and only found again after three years.

The day I confirmed I was three months pregnant, I went to Oliver's office to drop off some files. I was finally going to tell him the good news. The Pack was in the grip of a record heat wave, and with the temperature climbing toward 122 degrees, I reached over to switch on the AC. His secretary stopped me before I could. "Luna, I'm on my period, and our Pack wolves already carry the Cold Curse. It isn't hot enough to need the AC." But I was afraid the heat would hurt the tiny life growing inside me. I shot her a glance, said nothing, and turned it on anyway. Late that night, Oliver came home from a business dinner and led with an accusation the second he walked in. "Sophia already gets cramps and nausea on her period, and you blasted cold air at her for forty-one minutes and thirty-eight seconds. You put her in the ICU with stomach spasms." "Oliver, air conditioning doesn't hurt anyone, and I've had periods too. Never mind that. There's something important I need to tell you. I'm preg—" Oliver pulled the corner of his mouth into a smile, drew me into his arms, and cut off the words before I could finish. "I lost my head. You're right." He kissed my forehead the way he always did, murmuring softly until I fell asleep. But when I woke, I was inside a transparent glass freezer room. Every face around me belonged to someone important in the Pack. Outside the glass, Oliver stood with a hand on Sophia's soft waist, watching me with a smile. "You like the cold air? Then today you can have all you want." My heart sank. I pulled out my phone and photographed the people around me. Then I made a call. "Dad. None of these people need to live to see tomorrow's sun."

“I want you to touch me… right now. I’ll show that scumbag ex I’m good at sex too.” Those were the last words Emily remembered saying before she woke up naked in the hockey captain’s bed — with her brother’s best friend staring back at her. One drunken night. One reckless mistake. One positive pregnancy test that ruined everything. Emily is a talented painter who just caught her boyfriend cheating. Alex is the campus’s arrogant, playboy hockey captain who never does commitment. Now they’re stuck together by an unplanned baby, crushing guilt, and a sizzling attraction that refuses to die. He says he doesn’t do responsibility. She says she won’t abort their child. But as Emily’s paintbrushes capture feelings she’s terrified to name and Alex starts showing up at her dorm with midnight cravings and soft kisses, one thing becomes dangerously clear: This hockey captain might just be hers… accidentally forever.  

One rainy afternoon, Ezra Barlowe unexpectedly meets Shannon Christensen, a runaway heiress seeking refuge from years of abuse inflicted by her stepmother Clarisse and stepsister Karina Hillborne. Unaware of Ezra's fame and hidden billionaire status with connections to the European Mafia, Shannon turns to him for help. After seeing through her urgent needs, including medical care, the sparks between Shannon and Ezra were undeniable, leading them to end up in each other's arms and making love throughout the night. When Ezra learns about her circumstances, he then proposes a daring arrangement: Shannon becomes his contract lover for a year, agreeing to be his bedwarmer and fulfill his desires whenever, wherever, and however he pleases until their contract expires. In exchange, he will help her get revenge and retrieve her rightful place in the Christensen’s household and business. As they navigate this unconventional pact, both Shannon and Ezra slowly realize that their feelings for each other run deeper than it’s supposed to be. Amidst the family turmoil, corporate battles, crime revelations, yakuza-mafia wars, and heartfelt confessions, Ezra and Shannon's lives were anything but dull especially when they had each other to ignite their fiery passions night and day.

Alina Harper is determined to survive her first year of college without falling into the typical clichés—until she collides with Rhett Blackwood, the infuriatingly handsome captain of the university hockey team. But Rhett isn’t just a star athlete; he’s an alpha werewolf carrying a dark past, a cursed reputation, and a temper that could shred anyone who gets too close. When a dangerous shadow pack targets the campus’s supernatural community, Alina and Rhett are forced into a fake relationship for protection. The rules are simple: keep it pretend, avoid real feelings, and survive the semester unscathed. Except rules are meant to be broken. As Alina navigates college life, parties, and exams, she discovers a web of secrets, betrayals, and dangerous enemies hiding in plain sight. Rhett’s brooding charm and protectiveness make her heart beat faster than any hockey match ever could, while hidden rivalries and past mistakes threaten to destroy everything. Enemies become lovers, allies turn into traitors, and the line between deception and desire blurs. With supernatural threats lurking in the shadows and their feelings growing impossible to ignore, Alina and Rhett must confront their fears, confront their pasts, and fight for a future neither of them thought they deserved. In a world where trust is a luxury and love can be deadly, will their hearts survive the game? Or will secrets, vengeance, and betrayal win?

They threw me away like I was nothing. Divorced me for my younger, prettier, fertile sister. I signed divorce papers while I suspected I was finally pregnant. Smiled while they handed me five thousand dollars and told me to disappear. I disappeared, alright. Off a cliff, Into freezing water. Nearly drowned carrying his twins. Someone wanted me dead. His family buried the investigation before my body was even cold, except there was no body. Because I survived. Ten years later, I walk back into their world as Dr. Scarlett Fox. The surgeon they're begging to save his dying mother. He doesn't recognize me until it's too late. Untill he sees my face and his entire world crumbles. Then he sees my kids, his kids. With his eyes and my fury. Now Nicholas's on his knees. Saying he spent a decade in hell thinking he killed me. Saying he's changed. But someone in his family is guilty, and as I dig deeper, people start watching. The man who saved me, Spencer, wants me to stop. He says it's too dangerous. That I should choose him, let the past stay buried. But I didn't survive murder just to run back scared. I'm Dr. Scarlett Fox now. Elite surgeon. Single mother. And I'm about to perform the most important operation of my life. Cutting out the cancer in the Cruz family. Even if it kills me this time.

In the hallowed halls of academia, power is never shared it’s taken. Dr. Justin Ellis, known as the CC Terror, rules his lecture halls with a razor-sharp tongue and a gaze that strips away pretense. At forty-three, he is brilliant, ruthless, and untouchable, his presence carved from cold authority and concealed desire. To his students, he is a nightmare in a tailored suit, but beneath the discipline lies a darkness no one dares to provoke. No one except Brenda Stuart. Brenda is everything Justin should ignore young, fiery, too bold for her own good. Her beauty unsettles him; her defiance ignites a hunger he has buried beneath years of restraint. She should be just another student, yet every sharp exchange between them drips with something forbidden, something neither of them can deny. When Brenda confronts him after class, demanding answers for his relentless attention, their clash sparks a dangerous intimacy. What begins as a battle of wills transforms into a seduction dark, punishing, addictive. Brenda discovers that Justin’s lessons extend far beyond chemistry, into realms of dominance and surrender where rules are broken and innocence is devoured. In a world where reputations can be destroyed with a whisper, they enter a secret arrangement of lust, discipline, and obsession. But as desire deepens into something darker, Brenda must decide if she’s willing to give herself entirely to the man who both terrifies and consumes her... Because Dr. Ellis doesn’t just want her mind, he wants her body, her virginity. And Brenda is down for anything.

Anya feels trapped in a world she doesn’t understand. Kidnapped by a mysterious man known only as The Watcher, she is pulled into a dark reality where her mind is twisted, and her identity begins to unravel. As he manipulates her thoughts, blurring the lines between fear and desire, Anya finds herself caught in a dangerous game of submission. The Watcher believes he is saving her, but his love is a sick obsession, filled with psychological torment. As Anya fights against his control, she realizes that the true horror lies not just in her captivity but in the way he haunts her mind, pushing her deeper into madness. Can she escape his grasp before she loses herself completely, or will she surrender to the darkness that calls to her? In this chilling tale of manipulation and madness, nothing is what it seems, and the line between love and control is terrifyingly thin.

“I’m going to kiss you, Sophie. And you’re going to let me.” “Why?” My breath stutters. “Because my brother is watching.” I gasp. That should have bothered me, but it didn’t. “Not… not that. Why do you want to kiss me? You don’t… kiss girls, everyone knows that.” “And yet, I’ve kissed you before, haven’t I?” My jaw dropped open. Did he... remember? --- I used to have a crush on Ace Beckham. Used to. He’s Greenwoods Academy’s golden boy. Hockey captain. The kind of beautiful that makes a whole arena go silent when he skates. Ace Beckham doesn’t kiss girls. Everyone knows that. He’ll flirt. He’ll ruin you. He’ll make you feel like you’re the only one in the room. But he doesn’t kiss. Except once. One stupid, drunken, reckless night, he kissed me like it meant something. Like I meant something. The next morning, I was invisible again. Maybe he forgot. Maybe I was never meant to be remembered. I’ve learned to survive that. To pretend I don’t notice him. To make him as invisible to me as I am to him. Until I take a babysitting job—three boys, or so I think. Because they aren’t boys. They are men. The Beckham brothers. And avoiding Ace Beckham in his own mansion turns out to be impossible—especially since I’m starting to realize I never really got over that crush. And I don’t know which is worse— Being invisible to Ace Beckham. Or finally being seen.

After my husband topped the wealth rankings, he hired his first love as his personal housekeeper at a high salary. “Quincy, you hail from humble beginnings. I don’t want you embarrassing me in high society, so I specifically brought in Vivian to teach you the rules. From now on, everything you do must be reported to her for approval.” From that moment on, in public, I was the glamorous Mrs. Lane. However, behind closed doors, to even enjoy simple marital moments with my husband I had to write a thousand-word application seeking Vivian’s approval. Then, my adoptive father had a heart attack. I dropped to my knees, begging her to transfer me five hundred thousand dollars. She laughed coldly. “What kind of surgery costs half a million? Stop making excuses to pad your family’s finances.” “This isn’t a small sum. Write a 10,000-word application, and this time it’s denied.” Rage coursed through me, my body trembling uncontrollably as I spun toward Tyler and fell to my knees, begging him to save my father’s life. There wasn’t even a flicker of emotion on his face. “Vivian did nothing wrong. I know you’re still clinging to your old poor habits even after getting rich, but my money doesn’t grow on trees.” “This time, your father’s medical treatment will be put on hold as a lesson. Next time, don’t blame me if he’s kicked out of the VIP ward.” In the end, my adoptive father died on the operating table due to the delay in treatment. Completely disheartened, I finally asked Tyler for a divorce.