King Opm Novels & Stories

Said with anger and dropped the documents that they brought on the table. “I gave OP&P company a target of fifty billion and they make one hundred billion, and you are here saying rubbish. Don’t even meet up to fifty billion not talk of more than that!” OP&P company was the one own by Somia’s father. “We are sorry Sir!” All of them said in chorused. “Sorry for yourselves. As I said I give you two weeks to meet up with the target. If not I will replace you, especially you Director and you know what that mean!” All of them looked at each other.

"Hey, Yuka!" Kumi greeted as she walked towards Yuka's desk. "Hey," Yuka responded with a smile. "Are you coming to the company dinner later?" Yuka was confused at first but remembered that her boss told her something about a company dinner but she was too busy at that time that she didn't even bother to pay attention and just nodded in response. "It's not like we have a choice," Kumi whispered with a laugh. Although it wasn't mandatory to attend the after-work dinner or party, there was already that unspoken rule that everybody needs to attend unless they are in a life-and-death situation that they need to excuse themselves. This applies strongly to interns and juniors within their company.

comments a new presence, the whole table stands in respect to Alpha Franklin, well except some obvious personalities who were in a higher rank than Romero. “I am still in charge Andrew, don’t you think so” Romero says as he walks closer to his son, when he reaches Andrew, he begins massaging his shoulders. “you know the tournament is coming up soon and we need Andrew to be who he is on the field” with that said Franklin taps his son on his shoulder and shows him the door.

“But you’re not in this alone, no matter how much you think you are.” I looked at him then, really looked at him. There was no hesitation in his words, no doubt. Just the quiet, steady certainty that he meant every single thing he said. I hesitated before asking, “What does it even mean to be an omega?” Nolan was quiet for a moment, then leaned back, considering his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he started. “They have… a different energy than others. It’s not about strength or dominance—it’s about balance. Omegas connect to alphas in ways that no one else can. It’s instinctual.”

he looks at me, pleading with me not to reject him. “Will we still be Omegas now that you have a mate?” I ask. “It’s not a deal breaker. I mean, clearly money isn’t an issue, but our kids.” “If the King approves of you, we will be given titles and possibly a pack. I can’t mark you until he approves. But this,” he moves his hands around. “I built from the ground up over the last 10 years. It’s mine away from the kingdom, packs and whole thing. That’s why there are so many humans working here.”

she answered in a duh tone. “I don’t know…” “Trust me, I’ve googled them. Also, the CEO is a total hottie and single-“ “Seriously, Tina?” I cut her, and she chuckled before taking a sip from her coffee. “Anyway, their open day is in a month, and our portfolios are great. We sold a lot of estates in just one year, also our names were in the best agents magazine,” she blurted. “That explains the existence of a packed box at your desk,” I retorted, and she rolled her eyes.

She was the Omega Queen, and her kingdom was the darkness. Kaelen's presence was a constant, warm hum beneath her skin, a steady anchor in the churning sea of her new reality. It wasn't a conversation, but a silent, unwavering support. She could feel his focus, his grim determination, and it fueled her own. He was moving on a grand scale, a king reclaiming his board. She would be his knife in the dark, his whisper in the crowd.

What was he doing? The water started pouring into the tub. The loud noise made me flinch. Lycan King’s eyes remained on me, observing my every move. “I am not hiding anything from you. ” I tried again. This time, in a more asserting tone. And that’s where I was wrong. Again. Omegas are not assertive. They are always submissive. He smirked, stretching his veiny neck. My eyes traced his body as I contemplated whether I should run away now or wait a little longer to make the King believe me.