Edgy Ocs Novels & Stories

I gripped the edge of the couch, my heart pounding. “What—what the hell are you talking about?” Jace exhaled, leaning against the wall, arms still crossed. “You ever wonder why you feel different here? Why you’re more aware of things? Why people like Nolan and I keep showing up?” I shook my head, my thoughts a tangled mess. “That doesn’t mean—” “It does,” Jace interrupted. “You’re an omega. And that means you’re part of this whether you like it or not.” My pulse roared in my ears. I opened my mouth to argue, to deny, to do something—but I couldn’t.

“I am the boss's partner here.” “Oh, yeah? You wish you were so untouchable. It would be nice for you, a rejected and sad Omega, so weak even in her enhanced form.” He grinned, pulled out his long nails and slowly scratched my arm. The blood ran like a trickle. I couldn't move, Karly was still in her human form, but if she became a wolf, she would easily defeat me.

At the Odom family's villa, a video interview with Oscar played on the large computer screen. In just half a month, Oscar had managed to secure the best resources in the industry, and his popularity had skyrocketed. His name had been trending almost daily, and his fanbase had already crossed ten million. Chace knocked on the study door. "Come in." Chace stepped inside, noticing Edgar's agitated expression. "Sir, the company has been facing significant losses lately. Do you think it might be time to return and address it?"

Six years ago, when Adom got the results back from the doctors, he couldn't process what Omega said. His mom was an omega, and he loved her dearly, but he also saw how omegas still got treated in this society and how it was hard for them to find a good job. They even had to watch out for alphas when they were in heat, or they could be attacked.

“Unless… you train together. Every morning for six weeks. Mason, you need balance and edge work for that idiotic figure skating segment the hockey team decided to add to the spring showcase. Ezra, you need a strong partner for pairs since Alec transferred.” The room tilted. “No,” I said at the same time Mason growled, “Absolutely fucking not.” Gage smiled. It wasn’t nice. “Then enjoy sitting out the rest of the season. Paperwork will be ready tomorrow.” Mason’s hand flexed again. I could feel the rage rolling off him in waves. “You have until midnight to decide,” she added. “But if you agree and I even *smell* another fight, you’re both gone. Expelled. Understood?”

Gwen screamed at the nappy pain. "I told you we should do this the easy way, you wouldn't listen," Oswald jeered, slipping his shirt over his head and flinging it to the corner of the room. He got on the bed and clutched her by the arm as the screams came to a stop, however, her body lay sturdy, it was like something had clamped everything muscle on her body.

The television flickered again, and Hayden Oakley’s image replayed for what felt like the fiftieth time that hour. Eddie had changed channels multiple times trying to escape, but it seemed like he was trending because the news and gossip blogs cycle hadn’t stopped airing the moment he stepped out of that black SUV and walked into Oakley Corps without braces, assistance, or a single crutch. He sat forward on the couch, jaw tight, his rough hands balled into trembling fists. The hotel room smelled of cheap takeout and sweat, the air vibrating with his growing rage.

“Yes it is. How old are you?” “I'm 24, and you?” “Twenty-one.” “What are you studying? “Business Administration. What about you?” “Computing. I always found it to be a very interesting race, since I was little it caught my attention.” "She broke a computer when we were little just because she wanted to see what was inside it," Ezra commented. “But my mom didn't even get mad, she just started laughing. She always supported me in everything I wanted to do,” Margaret said wistfully.

I hear Lesha say with a grin on her face as she watches us. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Ox, I promise not to keep her out too late." I say as I hold out my hand to shake hers. Her grandmother looks down at my hands without moving at all, and I start to feel uncomfortable and slightly awkward. She looks straight in my eyes with a serious expression on her face. "I expect her to be back here no later than 11pm and I am choosing to trust you with her safety, so if anything happens to her, you'll have me to deal with." Ms.Ox says sternly as she extends her hand and grips mine with a lot of strength that wasn't expected at all.

"You know that right, Mr. DiSanto?" "Of course," he replied, smiling, "but I'm not the threat you should be concerned about right now." Megan had to admit that Ricardo did have a point. While he was a threat- Os Buscadores was a threat to Olympus just for existing- he wasn't a pressing one. The group that had Item 13, whoever they were, were the real threat. They had shown that they would do whatever it took to acquire it, and even more to keep it.