I Am Overlord Novels & Stories

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

Now don't get me wrong the guys where hot like really hot, hell even I had a crush on them but that still don't give them the right to behave like assholes. Oliver had dark hair, dark eyes, toned and carried himself with grace and authority. Every girls dark romance fantasy, he take things seriously and rarely smiles but when he do ohhh my god his dimples shows up making any panties in a five mile radius wet. Oliver is the leader of the three or so I'm told but he have a strong dominating aura around him. Aaron is the flirt of the group, he is basically boy next door type, blood hair, blue eyes, muscular and he makes all the girls laugh. I don't like it but I hate it even more when it bother

“Command him. Like you did with me.” My eyes widened. I turned back to Talon. “Talon… take one step back.” He did. Immediately. Like a soldier obeying his general. I staggered back falling to the ground. Ezra swallowed. “It’s true. You are something more than an Omega. How is that possible? You jinx!" Ezra yelled. Ezra tried to move again but couldn't. I stared at both of them. Talon was standing stiff like a statue while Ezra was growling at me like I was a monster. My blood still dripped slowly from the cut on my hand, and all I could feel was the panic rising in my chest.

Pride, responsibility, loyalty, trust—it all balanced on the edge of the coming challenge. And then, a voice, distant yet clear, carried across the ridge. A deep, commanding growl that I had not heard before. Not an Omega, not one of ours. An Alpha. A rival. The forest went silent.

Ladies could only be the Luna, how sexist of them. I take a seat beside him. “Don't tell me you're overthinking this alpha stuff,” I ask, and gulp down my water. “We both know you deserve that position more than me. You worked your butt off for it,” He replies. “Yes I did, but the rule didn't change, and it's not your fault, so stop beating yourself up,” “Yeah, but I am kind of worried, how about if I am not a great leader like dad?” “You will,”

MIne went sideways. I can't take this anymore! And then- "Orenciana!" The deep voice cut through the hall like a whip. I froze mid kick. Pocholo froze too. "Oh...busted," he muttered beside me. I turned my head slowly, and there was Commander Apollo Madrid, standing at the edge of the mat, staring straight at me. "Y-Yes, sir?" I stammered. OMG! Why I'm stammering? Me? Beau Orenciana, the goddess?