Always Omi Novels & Stories

For years, Venus has loved Alpha Bronze of the SilverFang pack, the boy who promised her that no matter what fate had in store, she would be his Luna. But on Venus’s twentieth birthday, everything falls apart when Bronze’s fated mate appears. Mallory, a royal wolf with undeniable power and status. Despite Bronze’s vow to reject his destined mate, Venus’s world shatters when Bronze publicly names Mallory as his Luna. Heartbroken and humiliated, Venus cuts the bond between them and throws herself into the annual training camp, determined to rebuild her life. But fate isn’t done with her yet. When the cold and ruthless Alpha King Rowan, Bronze’s uncle, arrives at the camp, Venus feels an irresistible pull toward him. Rowan, known for his icy demeanour and ruthlessness, is startled by the fiery young wolf who stirs something dangerous within him. When they discover they are fated mates, Venus is torn between the fear of another crushing rejection and the hope of finding true love. Can Venus melt the heart of the fearsome Alpha King? Or will Rowan’s dark past and his cold nature push her away forever?

She came here to survive. She had no intention of being wanted. Thalia Ashen was born heir to a powerful bloodline — then spent her whole life being treated like its greatest mistake. When her brother is murdered, she does the only reckless thing left to do: steal his identity and walk straight into Howling Spire Academy — the most brutal werewolf institution alive. All-male. Deadly. And completely unforgiving of weakness. She is weak. She can barely shift. And she is very much a woman. She should not have survived day one. She definitely should not have ended up rooming with two of the most dangerous Alphas on campus — one who was her dead brother's sworn enemy, and one whose angelic face hides something she isn't ready to understand. When they discover her secret, they don't expose her. They make her a deal. But something is waking up inside Thalia — something ancient, powerful, and connected to a relic that could reshape the entire werewolf world. Now the boys who know exactly who she is have become the most dangerous variable of all. Threat. Or salvation. She's running out of time to figure out which.

Born an Omega, Celeste Ravaryn was never meant to be anything more than a servant—weak, disposable, broken. She spent her life at the mercy of the very wolves who tormented her. Until fate tied her to Alpha Kieran Blackwood. His Luna? Never. His whore? Always. He never wanted her. But he took her anyway. In the dark, he ruined her, whispered lies against her skin… then shattered her in front of everyone. "Did you really think I'd accept an Omega as my mate? Pathetic." He rejected her. Publicly. Brutally. "I, Alpha Kieran Blackwood, accept Selene Hawthorne as my mate. She will be my Luna, bear my children, and lead this pack with me..." But rejection doesn’t always mean the end. Sometimes, it’s just the beginning. Because in the shadows, another monster is watching. The most feared Lycan King in existence. A man with no mercy, no weakness… except her. She was born to suffer. But he, The Lycan King, will teach her how to burn the world and make everyone in it tremble at her feet.

She is not Perfect. And she is not Pure. She is Chaos. And she is Order. She is a Witch. And she is a Goddess. She is cruel. And she is merciful. She is anything you desire her to be. And everything you fear and run from. She can be your Saviour. And she can be your Death. She is a pawn for the gods. And she is insane. * The gods determined her death five years ago, but she survived, and she plans on living long enough to enjoy the life that was nearly taken from her, breaking the laws that keep women from domineering. Leonidas is peace and the only thing that keeps her sane. He is her beginning, and he shall be her end. But she knew that it was all worth it, for his sake.

Poison to death by her own betrothed, Agatha, after being reborn found herself bound to a system that constantly pitted her against her moral compass. Murdered by her cheating boyfriend and her best friend, Agatha Moore spent her last few breaths regretting the fact that she had been a people pleaser throughout her life trying to be nice to everyone. " If only I had a little ounce of ruthlessness in my person, they would never think of me as a pushover." Agatha found herself thinking out loud. Thus, in her dying moment, she swore not to be that good girl anymore in her next life.

Eudora Dawson has always lived in the shadow of her sister, Camellia, unseen, misunderstood, and never truly accepted in her own home. When Camellia is left paralyzed after a sudden car accident, Eudora becomes the one everyone blames. No one listened to her. Not her family. Not even Desmond Nelson, the man her sister is engaged to and the boy she once saved as a child. After Camellia’s sudden disappearance, Desmond forces Eudora into a marriage that is not built on love, but punishment. To him, she is the reason everything fell apart. To her family, she is a burden they are willing to sacrifice. And in a house where she has never truly belonged, Eudora learned to survive by enduring in silence. But silence cannot protect her forever. On the anniversary of Camellia’s disappearance, one night changes everything between Eudora and Desmond but when Camellia suddenly returns alive, Eudora is pushed out of Desmond’s life without hesitation, handed divorce papers, and forced to leave the only place she has ever known. Pregnant, alone, and with nowhere to turn, she disappears without a trace. Five years later, Eudora returns as someone unrecognisable. No longer the girl they once blamed, she is now a high profile painter with a life built far away from the ruins of her past. But the past is not finished with her. Because Desmond is searching for her. And the truth about that accident is beginning to surface.

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I blinked behind my glasses, stunned and confused. "Did I...do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry..." "No need to apologize," Helen cut in, frost edging her cultured voice. "You've done nothing wrong, Tristan. Except be complacent." I frowned, feeling cold dread creeping through my veins. "What do you mean?" Vivian released a short, harsh sigh, as if disgusted by my ignorance. "Must we spell it out? This marriage clearly isn't working anymore. You lack ambition. I've simply outgrown you at this point. I'm doing what's necessary and best for myself by letting you go." Her icy words slammed into me like a physical attack. I stared at her lovely face I had once adored so much, now cold and remote, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Letting me go? Was she saying... Linda held out a crisp legal envelope to me. Hands shaking, I accepted it from her polished nails. The contents confirmed my worst fears - divorce papers, all drawn up and ready for my signature. My eyes scanned the conditions outlined within. The terms were heavily skewed in Vivian's favor. "This...says I would get nothing," I murmured in stunned disbelief. "No alimony, no remaining rights to shared assets or property..." "Naturally," Linda replied coolly, inspecting her manicure. "You contributed absolutely nothing of value to this marriage financially. Therefore, you should leave with what you brought to it - nothing."

Sheer fate was what turned our bittersweet love into a happy ever after. Fate? I myself erased and rewrote our love story to give it the happy ending we deserved. I was promised to Matteo Giuseppe, the youngest son of the most powerful family in the Chicago Outfit but I was given away to Salvatore Berlusconi, the Capo dei Capi of the New York Famiglia. I was sold to him as an object marking the end of the Great War, or rather, it was me atoning for the sins of my father. A wedding solely about duty, honour and atonement. ••••••••••••••• “ If you told me about the darkness inside of you, I'd still look at you like you are the sun.” Book one of A Mafia's Love Chronicles.

Have you ever slept and woken up as another person?? After being beaten up by her husband, Lala Daisy fell into a coma, a trance where she thought she was gone forever but when she woke up she found herself living as the wife of a very rich and well-known billionaire Her life is about to take a different turn, it is about to be as unexpected as she thought it wasn't going to be. Find out on this new journey Lala has taken and how much she must endure for the new children she has been entrusted to and the new life she thought was her own