Mineta X Oc Novels & Stories

So if talk about myself then yes I am a future wife of XO-gang leader so my life is little different from other girls, well to whom I am kidding my life is actually hole level different from others girl's. So I am not allow to talk,not allow to make a friends, not allow to join any social networking site,hell even I am not allow to have my own personal phone when my so called future husband want to talk to me my assistant gave phone to me,yes I have an two assistant his name is Ferry and her boyfriend Jai and both of them are my future husband informer ,if I say he is damn possessive it is understatement because he is ,I am not allow to go anywhere without his permission, some time I fell l

I think I'm falling in love with someone and he's hardly a child . "You had lasted so long without saying that "Liam got into the conversation "Who is the victim? "His name is Luke "now it was the turn of Harry, who sat down side of Liam and Noah - He is eighteen years old. "Why the two of you only look for minors? "Liam asked, when he saw Matt, Noah's partner sat next to him. Both brothers looked at each other for a few seconds and then chose each other's shoulders. "And why do you only look at minors? - Harry asked, trying to save his children from the situation they had gotten into.

Rohan processed the information through the fog of exhaustion, noting how each positive report felt like another weight added to his shoulders rather than relief from existing burdens. “Any problems I need to address immediately?” “The othello family is still testing boundaries in the eastern district,” Elena said. “Nothing major, but they’re being more aggressive than usual about expanding their operations.” “How aggressive?” “Three incidents this week. A bookmaker operating on our territory, some dealers moving product in Santos neighborhoods, and a protection racket targeting businesses that already pay us.” “Response?” “Thiago handled the first two with conversations. The protection rack

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

Even him. "You look beautiful as ever." he complimented me as we both withdrew from the hug. "Thank you. You have definitely grown taller since the last time i saw you." Owen. Right. "Alexander meet Owen, Owen meet Alexander." I introduced the two guys to one another and took a seat as they both shook hands. "So, how do you guys know each other?" Owen asked as he took his seat. Alexander signalled to one of the waiters to bring an extra chair, and it was there in a whim.

I look up at Xander then to Osiston expectantly. “It is something we will teach you how to do in Elite training, don’t worry. Now tell us what happened. How far out did you guys go to train? Mina and Oscar know not to leave the territory with so few people, especially this side.” Osiston looks like he’s trying to hold back anger.

The crop hit my ass again and I squeaked quietly. “Not God, Cricket. Who?” The crop moved between my legs again and I groaned. “Who, Christina?” “Mi… Minus,” I whispered. “That’s right.” He slapped my pussy gently with the soft leather end, then pressed it against my clit. “You want me to fuck you, Cricket?” “God, yes.” “Uh, uh, uh.” He slapped my ass again. “Who?” “Sorry,” I hissed out, even though I wasn’t exactly sorry. Maybe if I made a few more mistakes, I’d get more of the crop. I closed my eyes and whispered, “Minus.”

Roxanne raises an eyebrow as she pulls a chair next to me filling her plate with food. “So Maya, any specialties yet?” Roxanne asks, as Maya barely acknowledges her presence. I kick her under the table and she gives me a withering look. “Ophmalthology, you?” She answers her voice flat. “Reclaiming Stolen Art.” She nods, sawing her piece of meat with unnecessary force. “How long have you two been married?” Holden snickers, shaking his head as he eats. “Yeah, how long?” He adds. “Oh, that will be one month now,” Maya says, sarcasm laced in her tone.

"It's not like that." "Then what is it like?" I challenged, leaning forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, it sounds an awful lot like I'm just a task you've been given." Jace exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "Look, when an unclaimed omega shows up in pack territory, it's a big deal. It doesn't happen often. And when it does, there are... protocols." "Protocols," I repeated flatly. “Yes protocols.” He exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "If it helps…We volunteered."

My friend, Sebestian pack Omega, is one of my closest friends. The other's try hard to save their friends, but an angry Omega is really dangerous. Allen threw her away and looked at my other bullies. "Hear Me Out, You Pieces of shit! Go Ahead and Tell This to Everyone, Even Our Teachers! If anyone dares to touch Alexandra Madden, I will kill them myself, and you and I both know this very well. NO ONE CAN DO SHIT TO ME, AND I WILL TELL ELDERS AND THEY WILL ALL PUNISH YOU. AM I CLEAR BITCHES?" Allen asked, or more like screamed, to them, and they all fitched back and nodded their heads.