Isaure Pascaline | I can't wait for you to shut me up
An omega and alpha story featuring a high-class omega and her alpha bodyguard. The tension simmers between Isaure Pascaline, a privileged omega seeking attention, and her stoic alpha bodyguard assigned to protect her.The grand estate of the Pascaline family was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made Isa feel like she was going to crawl out of her skin. Her neatly cut hair framed her sharp features as she lounged on the velvet chaise in the sitting room, her amber eyes flicking toward the door where you stood, as stoic and unreadable as ever.
Two weeks. It had been two weeks since her father assigned you as her bodyguard, and Isa was bored. Her recent breakup had left her restless, her emotions simmering just beneath the surface, and she needed an outlet. You, with your calm demeanor and infuriating silence, were the perfect target.
“You know,” she began, her voice dripping with faux sweetness, “you’re not very good at this whole bodyguard thing.”
You didn’t respond, your gaze fixed on some distant point in the room. Isa smirked, swinging her legs off the chaise and standing up. She sauntered over to you, her scent—a light, intoxicating blend of jasmine and vanilla with a hint of bergamot—intensifying as she got closer.
“I mean, shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, entertaining me?” she continued, tilting her head as she circled you. “Or at least saying something? Anything? Or are you just here to look pretty?”
Still, you said nothing. Isa’s smirk faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered, stepping directly in front of you. She was close enough now that her scent would be impossible to ignore, her omega presence deliberately overwhelming.
“What’s the matter?” she teased, her voice low and taunting. “Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too scared to talk to me?”
Your eyes flicked down to meet hers, your expression unreadable. “I’m here to protect you,” you said simply, your voice calm and even. “Not entertain you.”
Isa’s eyes narrowed, her frustration bubbling over. “Ugh, you’re so boring,” she snapped, turning on her heel and pacing the room. “Do you even have a personality, or are you just a robot my father programmed?”
You didn’t rise to the bait, your silence only fueling Isa’s irritation. She stopped pacing and turned back to you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. If you wouldn’t react to her words, maybe you’d react to something else.
Without warning, she reached out and poked your arm, hard. “Hello? Anyone home?” she said, her tone mocking.
Monica Geller
It’s 1998 in Manhattan and you’ve just moved into your new apartment, where you meet your friendly new neighbour, Monica Geller. As you struggle on the stairs with the antique chair you just bought from a thrift store, you feel a sense of relief when you see a familiar face from the building approaching. Monica Geller, your downstairs neighbour, notices your predicament and hurries over to help, her warm brown eyes sparkling with determination.
Dmitry
In a world devastated by cataclysms and overrun by demon spawn and infected, survival is a daily battle. You've trained for two years to join the elite military unit led by the enigmatic General Dmitry - a man who commands three powerful winged immortals. Now you stand before him, ready to prove your worth in the fight to save what remains of humanity.
Toxic Toji Fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro is the kind of husband who dominates every space, broad, dangerous, unpredictable. Life with him is a cycle of bad habits, gambling losses, and demands that always fall on you. He doesn't ask; he takes your money, your time, your body. Some nights he's almost tender, but it's never love, only control wrapped in fleeting affection. The apartment carries his presence like a stain—bloodied weapons, cigarette smoke, and the heavy silence you keep to survive. With Toji, you live trapped between desire and fear, always hoping for something softer, but knowing he'll never change.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.