Novels by Oma

Aria's POV Going back to school after that night felt like walking into an unwanted spotlight. The gossip mill here ran faster than Wi-Fi.By now, I was sure half the school had heard about “the girl who almost got kidnapped,” and I didn’t want to be that girl.I didn’t want pity and I didn’t want whispers in the hallway or curious eyes watching my every move.I just wanted to survive this place, graduate, and get the hell out.But lately… lately my brain has been acting like it was on vacation from my better judgment.Every time I tried to think about anything else, I found myself replaying flashes of the gray-eyed, irritatingly handsome devil who had shown up like some knight in shining armor.I hated it. I hated him and I hated that I couldn’t stop thinking about him.____________I was halfway across the school field when I heard it.“Hey! Aria, wait up!”I knew that voice oh so well. I turned, already bracing myself, and there he was. Damon, jogging toward me. He had that same

Aria's POV I tried to open my eyes, but the blinding ache behind them wouldn’t let me. It felt like someone had swung a hammer to my skull. I lay there for a moment, breathing through the pounding in my head, letting my eyes adjust to the sunlight seeping through the curtains.The light was too bright, like it had a vendetta against me. I squinted and rolled over, groaning into my pillow. My mouth felt dry, my throat scratchy, and my body felt heavy. Just as I was about to sit up, I caught the sound of voices coming from downstairs. It sounded faint, hushed, almost like whispers. I strained to hear, holding my breath, but the words melted into each other, too soft and low to make out.Pushing back the covers, I swung my legs over the bed and sat up, rubbing my eyes. My head throbbed harder, pain slicing through my body. I was about to curse out loud when my gaze landed on the mirror by my bed. And that’s when everything came flooding back. The walk. The man. His hand in my hair. T

Aria's POV Thank God that nightmare of a school day is over. I just wanted to curl up in my bed and forget the world existed."Hey, Aria! You're back already? How was school?" my aunt Jenna called from the kitchen, the sound of pancakes sizzling in the pan almost drowning out her voice."It was fine, thanks," I muttered as I stepped into the warm kitchen. The comforting scent of pancakes wrapped around me like a hug.Staying with my aunt and her husband, Matt, was the only upside to being in this town. Jenna treated me like her own, maybe because she and Matt didn’t have any kids of their own. I heard they’d tried, several times…..but nothing ever worked out. I didn’t have the heart to be a brat to them, no matter how much I hated this town."That's good to hear" Jenna said softly, wiping her hands on her apron. "I'm glad you're settling in, Aria."I gave her a small smile. It would make her happy to think I was okay here, and I didn't want to crush her, not when she was the one pers

Aria's POV Dear Diary,I know I haven’t written in a while… Amidst all the chaos in my life………I looked around the school field of Belary High, this little excuse of a town wrapped in quiet roads and wide skies. I still couldn’t believe I was here. Me. Aria Gilbert. Stuck in this town like some kind of exile. But my parents made sure I learned my lesson….. one way or another.Let’s not sugarcoat it, okay…. I was a spoiled kid. Hell, I still am.My dad is the president of Rexals Corporation, the biggest shipping company in the State of Texas. I grew up surrounded by everything I ever wanted - private jets, elite school, designer clothes. I've never known what "need" really means. Not once. Every craving, every whim, was handed to me like I was royalty.And yes, I partied. Hard. I drank, smoked, snuck out, hooked up, crashed more than just parties. I guess I thought I was untouchable. That my last name could erase any consequences.Until it didn’t.The night everything spiraled was jus