Observer Mc Novels & Stories

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

“An Omega? Is this meant to be a joke?” Grey said to himself, staring at the window. “I’ve made my findings and that’s what it presents, your mate is an omega." Theo; the man Grey sent to make Inquiries said. Grey sighed and chuckled, was the goddess trying to play a prank on him? Does she spite him that much? His thoughts ran wild but he hid all these underneath his cold and stoic look, there was no way he'd let anyone see him worried or tensed. He inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply.

Motivated, the goblin disappeared from view. "Shit," Mike muttered, approaching another podium nearby. Standing on it firmly, he grabbed onto the side with one hand and touched the metal sphere at its base. Expecting to lurch upward, he felt ghost hands grab him around his legs and back, holding him in place as the podium moved. Mike discovered quickly that rubbing his hand upward on the sphere caused it to fly, while left and right moved it along the long rows of books. He quickly landed his podium next to Tink's, stepping out onto the marble floor.

Instagram: @giftodulesi. I love you guys a lot. Leave a nice five-star rating, please😘 -------------------- This exertion I was experiencing was driving the hell out of my knuckles, typing furiously on my office laptop, working for some asshole as his secretary really wasted my whole time. I was constantly giving my work an irrelevant emphasis. I decided to take a break, rested my head on the black leather chair I was sitting on, at the end, close to the glass wall of my rectangular office, painted in an exorbitant white paint, with a black theme that completely correlates with my black office chair and extortionate Spanish glass table with other beautiful extras that are necessary in a sec

“At last, someone who reads labels.” “To model predictive strategy,” I continued. “Not just against you, against him.” Dominic didn’t look at the chair. He looked at Vale. “You’ll never complete the scan.” “Confidence again,” Vale smiled. “Math,” Dominic corrected. Observer One shifted stance subtly, closer to Dominic than to Observer Two now. Not declared, but chosen. Interesting. “You’re burning your neutrality,” Vale observed. Observer One replied evenly, “I was assigned oversight, not surrender.” Good man.

“Let me have the team check it first.” But something in my gut told me it was meant for me. I took the box and opened it anyway. Inside was a single photograph. It showed John and me making love on the balcony two nights ago. The image was clear and intimate. Across the bottom in bright red marker were the words “The Obsession Never Dies.” My hands started shaking. “John… this was taken two nights ago. From the cliffs. Someone was watching us while we…” John took the photo from me and cursed under his breath. “This is not possible. The new security should have caught anyone that close.”

The way his eyes moved between Ava and the stone told me he had come specifically for what the stone was doing. "Who sent you," I said directly to him. The man looked at Marcus briefly. Marcus gestured loosely. "Go ahead." "We represent the Council of Observers," the man said. His voice was even and accented in a way that placed him somewhere in Eastern Europe. "We monitor significant supernatural events globally. The re-emergence of the Ashmoon bloodline qualifies." "You monitor," Luca scoffed. "Meaning you watch." "Meaning we document," the man corrected. "We do not interfere."

Then the observation window beside the console clears. Beyond it, on a lower level, the first group of unstable stock is being led into an observation corridor. Hands bound. Eyes open. Waiting for the lesson.

Well, all but one. Thing is, on the wall just a little adjacent to the right side of the table was the largest monitor Megan had ever seen; like it was the combination of three of the world's largest monitors mounted on the glass wall without any strain to it. On its display was the map of the world; every continent, country, and region marked with an algorithmic assessment of different threat levels in numbers in relations to the various current events occurring in them in real-time. Now, that was Dennis Ahmad, Director of Olympus, she thought. The monitor showed the extent of his true power; and she couldn't help but be awed by it for a few seconds.

Her face had turned red as she wasn't breathing between her sobs. "Quiet. Stop crying. Quiet now," he ordered and she began to take deep breaths to stop herself from crying. She tried to lessen her sobs by taking deep breaths but again the hiccups would hit her hard, shaking her form. Her mind was erratic, wild, disorganized. She wasn't able to comprehend of what just happened. As she was trying to control her sobs but couldn't, she began to cry out of his terror as he had asked her to quieten but she couldn't control her sobs. Her hands began to shiver badly and she couldn't control the hiccups, she immediately proceed to drink water. She wanted to suppress those convulsive gasps and she wa