Good Omens Age Rating Novels & Stories

For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. I think it's gentlemanly—and appropriate for me to WARN you all, too, that this book contains strong words, and gory contents, which like every other part of this book, will be written in a detailed form. Hence, this book will be inappropriate for children, and tweens, and juvenile teens. I wish you a great reading experience as you dive with me into this book! 😃 Enjoy...

“But maybe he finds her…beautiful.” I cannot forget how she looked in my bed during that night. Every inch of her body, every sides of her–I have explored it all and I wished I could stay that way. Her lilac eyes… ohh the tears that was on the corner of those beautiful gazes… one could never imagine who many days she spent in my head, living rent-free. “Beautiful?” My mother scoffed. “There’s no such thing as a beautiful omega. They’re good for menial work, not for companionship—let alone for bearing children of rank.” Her voice dripped with disdain as she thought about the omegas serving within the manor.

Oomf explained. "Excuse me Miss. Oomf, why do they only want ages 15 to 20 to join the competition? I would like to join, I'm interested. I'm good at spelling," said the woman who has short hair standing near the walls. "Well, Abi, we can't do anything, That is the rule of the Embassy, ​​that only 18 to 20 years old can join the competition in the word Arena. If they find out that you are below 15 or above 21, maybe you are disqualified, you can't join, or worst, there's a punishment," Miss. Oomf replied while adjusting her eyeglass.

"In front of each of you, there is a sheet and a brush. You will outline the most appropriate course of action for the given problem. The participant with the best response will win this round." "Does that peasant even have the ability to read or write?" a brunette, dressed in layers of elegant tulle, whispered to her friend, who giggled and cast glances at Hailey. Hailey wasn't offended. Why would she be? Such remarks had been commonplace throughout her life. It was a widespread belief that Omegas were incapable of understanding even basic concepts. As Luna Renesme began to read the question from the scroll, Hailey picked up the brush and dipped it into the inkpot.

She always knew when I would talk to her and would get on to me for it. My mom also caught on quickly to the little crush I had on her at thirteen years old. She told me Omegas have one purpose, and that is to serve. She said they are liabilities to all packs and should honestly be kicked out. She said if Hannah Patterson hadn't saved me that day, she would force my father to kick them out. She pushed me to never even speak to Chloe unless I was issuing an order.

I had been beaming. Seeing how happy I looked, Clara felt a strange pang of emotion in her chest. She had already hidden the Lovers card, so I never could have drawn it. People always said faith was merciful, but when it came to me, what Clara did was almost cruel. Still, when the thought of Caleb occurred to her, she hid the card anyway and allowed me to keep drawing, year after year. Caleb was an orphan, and the Winslow family had sponsored him all the way through school.

"I've known for a long time now that you aren't a true offspring of the late alpha, and that's why you were born an omega. You're angry, that's understandable. They were horrible to you, after all. But that is nothing out of the ordinary in the werewolf world! Omegas will be discriminated against, and illegitimate daughters will be treated badly by the legitimate ones. It isn't right, I know, but none of it is out of line. You had no right to come for my pack!" Her pupils dilating, Belinda took a step back. She trembled all over, her eyes glazing over as her lips parted. The sight of her made Derek regret everything he'd just said. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but he'd been angry. Imme