Barriss Offee Novels & Stories

Serry held her hair attached to a rose-shaped hairpin. Then the two of them hugged each other tightly in front of the big fence of the Benson family. Addy placed his chin on top of Serry's head, leaning against his chest. Addy inhaled his Omega pheromone, which so soothed his tired soul. However, the roar of the sound of the car engine stopping in front of the fence of Serry's house suddenly stopped their embrace. Serry pouted when she saw Bashiri's arrival. Alpha Bashiri approached Serry and handed over a bag with the logo of a renowned brand.

Jabari and Neema exchanged a nervous glance. "Baraka, we don't want to hurt you," Jabari warned, his skin crystallizing into obsidian once more. "If you can hurt me, then I haven't trained hard enough," Baraka replied, a faint, confident smile touching his lips. He lowered his center of gravity. "Show me what Task Force Eclipse can really do."

The stitches on my hand were very uncomfortable and I couldn't wait to get rid of them. My parents had a lot of backlog from their law office so they locked themselves in the upstairs office early and were catching up. Ezra was very punctual and knocked on the door exactly at the time he said he would. I ran down the stairs and opened the door, he was standing in the doorway and he looked ravishing, he was wearing gray pants, a white shirt and there was a very expensive black watch around his wrist. So far everything was fine, but he had brought his briefcase of supplies. For god's sake. I didn't even want to see his instruments of torture.

Barrett’s first birthday! “Barrett?” Scanning a few more on the diary, “Barrett is now ten years old and very bright. I told her the blessing of the fairy goddess however she cried. My beautiful daughter with black hair and eyes, she is the one to carry the name Barrett. I don’t hate her; I am a proud mother that gave birth to the child who affirmed the blessing to our ancestors.”

With powder and Jewelry, I bounced off a different person. "This scares me." Maeve whispered to my ears. She must've seen my stricken face. "I'd love to be cremated in this dress. I know I will never survive this one." I sighed as the smiles left my face. "It's our fate as Omegas," Maeve murmured.

Bashar confessed. "I miss you too" she said and hugged him. "I miss the old times, I miss our hide and seek. Remember your hiding place, mum's closest" he said and everyone laugh while Reedah slightly punch him. "Oops so sorry, you're not alone okay our wifey, I'm Dr. Fareedah and I'm his must close cousin. Nice meeting you" she introduced. "I'm Barr. Aisha, it a great pleasure to meet you in person." She complimented.

"Told you." "Jesus Christ," he muttered, reaching for the glass of water the bartender immediately placed beside him. Along the line, I couldn't remember what we were discussing or what he was telling me or even why we were laughing. But his hands were on mine as we left the bar, his smile was all I saw. It was enchanting, luring me deep and deeper and for some reason it made me remember Alister.

Barra sat leaning against the window with his hair disheveled, and face that looked like he was just escaped the hell. "We did it." I said in my thrilled voice, "Are you okay back there?" I asked Alia. She nodded. Her hair was unkempt, with the hairpin now being held in her tiny hand. It was clear that she had finally caught the air properly. "Are you okay?" Barra's hand stopped my hand that tugging my hair behind my ear. His eyes were now looking back at me attentively. "I am. Sorry for the missed bullets." I said without looking his eyes, feeling ashamed of myself. However, his hand was gripping my palm. Warmth returned to my whole body every time he did it.

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His voice came from behind the door. I pushed the door open, and met him sitting by the small bar in the corner, a wine glass in his hands, his other hand resting on the edge of the counter. He was wearing a short sleeved white shirt, revealing his forearm that was covered in a geometric sleeve tattoo.The first three buttons of his shirt were undone and he didn't look like the Professor that we saw in class—he looked like something harder to walk away from. “Close the door,” he took a sip from his glass.“And lock it.”