Nomu Oc Novels & Stories

Finally. Naomi is back.

"It’s me! It’s Nomo! I was at the reservoirs, I just got back!" "The real Nomo doesn't use his left hand to wipe his brow when he’s nervous. He uses his right because his left shoulder still aches from the vats," Sofia said, her voice dropping to a low, predatory growl. She stepped forward, the floor tiles beneath her boots cracking as her resonance flared. The golden-sapphire light was no longer a gentle glow; it was a hungry fire, licking at the air around her knuckles. "And the real Nomo would have noticed I haven't made mint tea in three weeks because the supply ran out during the first frost. You’re a hollow shell, and I’m going to melt you down to nothing."

“No, Nomo... stay with me.” A final burst of data hit the screen. It was a single, low-resolution image sent from Nomo’s tablet in the seconds before it went dark. It showed Nomo standing in the center of the bay, surrounded by white-eyed monsters, and behind them, a large, ornate door marked with the Quispe family crest.

Leone was a numbers man, calculating all the odds, all the possible moves an opponent might try, but he hadn’t expected her reply. “Sir, I’m not helping Phillip Weldon or working for him! I’m working for the Gritti family.” Her expression was sincere and very convincing. But he was a skeptical man at heart, too aware of the secrets and lies he lived under himself to take for granted that other people weren’t self-protecting or withholding certain information to better their own position. “And yet you won’t let me look at your phone,” Leone replied pointedly. Norah’s jaw set and she turned the device over in her hands. With a shaky little sigh that smacked of defeat, she tapped in her access

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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.

Damn Nami! _______

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”.

the whole council turned toward the present Beta, each knowing the answer to the alphas later question. “I think we both know it’s going to be his son Adam” says Archer. The whole board turns their head toward Archer… The alpha hits his hand on the huge mahogany making the whole table shake, in response to the force. “the fact that you are an important person doesn’t mean you should disrespect the order in this room” “if it were to be Alpha Romero on this table, he would have dished out a better meeting topic, we all know that this tournament is going to be as baseless as possible” he closes his mouth earning some mutters and silent talks around them.

“But people will still try to force it on me, won’t they?” His expression darkened. “Some will. And that’s why Jace and I are making sure no one takes that choice from you.” I hesitated before asking, “Are there other omegas?” Nolan nodded. “Yes, but not many. In packs, they’re often protected, valued. But outside of that… it’s different.” My stomach twisted. “Different how?” His jaw tensed slightly. “Unclaimed omegas—those without a pack, without protection—stand out. They draw attention, sometimes the wrong kind. That’s why it’s important you understand what you are.”