Romans & histoires Gay Om Om

Amber snorted harshly. “Don’t make excuses! You see, many omegas are busy preparing for the party. It seems like I’ve been too weak on you lately, that you dare to forget your place!” Amber’s voice was piercing, full of hatred. Emily lowered her head, her body shuddering. There was nothing she could do but apologize over and over again, hoping that Amber’s anger would subside a little.

“Comes with the matchmaking territory. Speaking of preferences, what's your type? Polished and charming? Tattoos and chaos? Muscles? Dimples?” Lena groaned. “If someone could combine a dangerous edge with a clean shirt and decent manners? I’d marry him on sight.” Calliope froze for the briefest second. Oh no. Lena knew that look. “You already like someone,” Calliope declared triumphantly. “No.” Lena pointed at her sternly. “Do not start. I was just thinking about the two men from the elevator. They were ridiculously attractive. That’s all.” “They are,” Calliope said smugly. “My nephew and his Omega. Handsome boys.”

“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?”

ALONG THE ROAD to Leo’s company, Cole tag along with him to get used to living in the city while he was staying at Leo’s place. Cole was sitting at the back of Leo’s car while looking out the window while looking at the place they are passing. Cole was silent during their trip as he was still thinking about what Leo told him about Omega having a pheromones scent that would give a reaction to his body, that only omegas have that smell. Cole held his head because he was so confused at that moment, especially since he knew that the omega lineage was gone a long time ago. Cole felt like he was searching for nothing.

"Oh baby, what do you want from me? Do you want a nickname ? ,I have nicknames I could give to you my son ,urm do you like Omar ,I said and he suddenly stopped crying . "You like Omar ,you like your nickname ," I said excitedly, seeing how cheerful he instantly became, and he giggled . I smiled, sighing in relief . "Looks like someone is getting a hang of it ,I heard Naunet say from behind me . "You guys are back ? I asked, turning to her direction and handing her Omari. "Yeah ,I think we are ready to leave now , everyone is waiting outside for us , " she said and motioned for us to leave.

It smelled like dirty bodies, cheap beer, sickness, and deep sadness. I walked into the camp, my heavy coat dragging in the snow. As I walked past the dark slave cabins, a small sound made me stop. I turned my head. Hiding behind a pile of frozen wood were three Omegas. They were outside in the deadly cold. They wore nothing but thin, torn shirts and dirty pants. They had no shoes, and their feet were purple from the ice. They were sitting on the ground, holding onto each other tightly just to stay warm. One of the Omegas looked up at me. His face was so skinny I could see his bones. His eyes were huge and filled with pure fear. I wondered the state of my mate.

James giggled and holds Omar’s hands. “You see, Andrew is gay.” He said looking at Omar who sat with his mouth agape. “Don’t be surprised yet. I am also gay. It’s obvious that you can tell that.” James added, flinging his hands. Omar was still looking unbelievably at James as he came out to him without fear.

O-“You dumble Oberoi, care to explain your so-called sorrow” Making crybaby's face, he went and hugged Om, Om pushed instantly smelling some odour from him O-“Ru didn’t you take a bath today?” R-“Ooooo, I bath every day” O-“Then what’s that smell, stay away from me, I feel like puking” P-“Ha even I smell something bad, Ru go away” R-“Mu.” J-“Don’t you dare complete that word Ru, or else I make sure you don’t get your protein shake and make you eat 50 pinky’s special sweet (even pinky cooking skill is worst)”

I then shifted it from hand to hand, playing with the weapon. "I don't think you're understanding. You and I are mates. I might be an Omega, but it doesn't change the fact that you and I share a bond." He said placing his hand on my knee which made sparks emit from our contact. I moved my leg away from him as fast as possible. No omega touched me.

Elder Summers looked into my eyes as I approached. "She's just like Samantha." I said quietly. "Yeah, where do you think Sam learned it from? Matilda loves that girl like her own child." Elder Summers nodded. "Goddess help you son, these Omegas are trouble." he added with a teasing glint. I nodded in agreement. "But they are more than worth it." I answered and he grinned. "That they are."