Maverick Omori Novels & Stories

It was the first time I saw the tattoo that covered his entire back. I’d never seen it before. It was a highly detailed skull that was realistic and somewhat menacing, with deep, dark eye sockets and a wide, toothy grin. The shading and depth gave it a three-dimensional effect, making it appear almost lifelike. The design extended from his lower back up to his shoulders, creating a striking and impactful visual. It was certainly a work of art and my favorite tattoo of his. My second favorite were the words written on his fingers. They spelt out ‘il migliore’ which was Italian for his nickname ‘The Beast’, a title he wore with pride.

He noticed that I had a stronger energy the way I stood tall now, and the power that rolled off me and the twin The silence was long. My heart started beating so loud in my chest and I was almost going to think everyone could hear it. Finally, he nodded. “You may enter. As an Omega, you are just in the lowest rank. You will live in the Omega quarters. But no special treatment will be given to you and no favors as well. These children will stay under my watch. I will decide what happens to them.” Damon’s words burned like a slap. Calling me the lowest rank again made my stomach twist. But it was a way in, a chance I could use to find my mother and protect my sons.

" My heartbeats have now gone crazier. Each question makes my heart pound louder in my ears that I no longer hear my voice. "It's taken care of, long before Mr. Mori's entry." I pull up a deep breath, exhaling it slowly to calm down my nerves. "Remember, Miss Sahara, Mr. Mori works for the Yamaguchi-Gumi group, known as the Yakuza."

It was sharp enough to cut someone’s neck on. “Max was my fathers beta. He is mine now. He tried to over take my father as an alpha and was punished to stay in wolf form unless given permission. And I don’t give him permission in front of strangers.” Informed Kent. “Oh—well please come in. Take a seat.” My mother almost broke her back as she bowed and led them to our couches, “‘Marianna, sweetheart, come out here.” I saw Marianna orange fabric before I saw her nervous face. She bowed as well and took a seat across from Kent.

I don't know anything about him, not even his name. Prerana always acted as if Eriateva was a country of monsters. The only reason Maverick's name was so known in both lives was because of something he did in Omacum. The details weren't exactly clear, but it was big enough to spread his name. Omacum was neutral, so they would have no reason to lie about whatever achievement, and no one in Prerana was dumb enough to make such a claim out loud. That didn't stop people from becoming bitter about hearing someone with demon blood get praised.

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

I had planned to watch the intervention from upstairs. I was still wearing Mariano's shirt, watching as Jace Ivankshov and Mariano conversed in a language that definitely wasn't Italian. Emilio leaned against a wall, looking bored out of his mind. Jace Ivankshov didn't look like a mafioso at all. He was wearing a dark blue collared shirt with a minions pattern on it, light wash jeans, and yellow, yes, yellow, sneakers.

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

he said, winking. I threw my head back and laughed. I was a good judge of character, and I could tell that Gamma Jeremy was a good guy. He was nothing like his sister and brother-in-law. “Maybe a little. Who gave you the black eye?” I asked him. “Someone from your pack actually. Dante Rosenthall. Best fighter I’ve come across as of yet,” he said. “Hope you don’t hold it against me that he’s my brother.” He glared at me, but I could tell that it was fake. I had a good feeling that Maverik could finally get nurtured in the right way so that he became an honorable man and Alpha. He was already an honorable boy.