Bowen Omori Novels & Stories

she looks at me and releases a cunning smile. “What an untamed beauty” with that said she walks back to stand beside uncle frank. “Well enough with the formalities, now let’s get straight to the point” I look up and follow the direction of the voice, Mr. Archer. His very slim and lanky hands are one of his very prominent features; no one has fingers as long as his. He walks towards me and then maneuvers his way around me, with no effort he slices through the rope, like a skilled marine, he then walks toward me so that he is standing in my way.

" No please don't do this Brian please." The girl cried out as I launched at her tearing a part of her cheek as she screamed in horror and pain. I enjoyed her tastes. "Shhh, it'll be over soon my lovely." I said as I dried off her tears with my fingers and continued feasting upon her face. I usually loved to dine on my prey on the table while they are tied down. I live alone, except for my one and only servant. Mr. Wilson is what I call him. My parents had passed when I was a lad, but they were like me. Cannibals. They raised me to believe how they believed. Feed upon the young and you remain young forever. I have never felt love for no one except maybe my parents and my servant.

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

Simultaneously, he was composing his own remark on the projectile screen: "'Try not to enter on the off chance that you are fainthearted?' I definitely know the remainder of the substance without looking. It should be a demonstration with a plot!" "Not your problem for saying it's a demonstration. Do you have at least some idea who this individual is? This is Philemon Bowen, the significant investor of Bowen Petroleum, the oil organization! In spite of the fact that he isn't exceptionally well known, his resources are most certainly not lower than those of the rich on the leaderboards! Who might have the nerve to recruit him to carry on this way?"

And now, after getting married, Diana didn't know that she would be close to a dog again, it was like having a friend. “Why did you name him Brownie when he's white?” Diana asked curiously. “You're not the first person to ask that,” Alpha Daren replied. He looked up at the sky as if he was gazing at something. "I found him on the road near the beach in a sad state, alone and abandoned. He had several wounds on his body and at the time his fur was so shaggy that it was almost the same color as the necklace he was wearing at the time, which was brown."

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.

the girl guided. “Boyfriend,” Boma said. “I bless you with the kind of boyfriend- in- in my life.” “His name, please. Add it.” “I bless you with- may you have a boyfriend like Donovan.” “Thanks, but Donovan who?” Boma hesitated. “I need the blessing to be specific.” The girl said pleadingly. “Because there is more than one Donovan in the world.” “Okay. Donovan Garrett” “So be it. Thank you.” The girl said excitedly, hugging Boma before exiting the restroom.

At last he slowly came closer and pressed the black button of his nose into my Omega's honey-colored fur, breathing her in deep, rumbling low. My heart was pounding hard, and I could feel my she-wolf's excitement too. That bourbon scent turned irresistibly delicious, intoxicating. His pheromones were pouring off him, wrapping around us. Nova shamelessly rolled over to show him her belly, the softest part of her body, giving herself to her male in complete submission while he sniffed and licked her everywhere. "Lorenzo?" I called to him in a shaky voice, still not fully over the scare. "You're safe now, little one. You're safe, my love..." His rough words were like a balm sinking straight int

Zander let out a growl as his wolf pushed through, nearly taking over completely. “Wolfsbane” I grunt, holding my breath until he puts the cork back in the vial. Lucas nods. “I’ve been tasked to recreate the wolfsbane poison that was used on your mate. So far I was able to identify the variant of wolfsbane but the poison will take some time to identify and accurately recreate. What’s interesting about this modified wolfsbane is that it not only binds well with the poison, it also seems to not have any effect on the wolf carrying it before it is administered on the victim.”

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”