Obx Book Novels & Stories

In this house, I was always the one who could be sacrificed, the one who could be abandoned. Despair washed over me like a tide, drowning me completely. This time, I did not cry. I pushed myself up from the floor and walked to the desk, pulling open a drawer. Inside was a fountain pen Gavin used often. It was German-made with a specially crafted iridium nib, sharp beyond belief. I gripped the pen and pressed it against my pale, slender left arm. I did not hesitate for even a second before slashing down hard. I did not need anyone else's protection anymore.

I straightened awkwardly, suddenly aware of Lauren, who was several feet away looking like she had witnessed her own funeral. “I….” I cleared my throat. “I came for the books about omegas.” Osiris repeated with a frown. “Books?” The libertarian told me, There are some books about omega bonds in the east wing’s library.” “Oh!” Osiris nodded. Then, without another word, he lifted the tote bag hanging from his wrist. “Are you talking about these books, Kate?” I grabbed the bag and nearly gasped while checking the books inside it. ‘Fated Bonds and Omega Instincts.’

Flipping back and forth, he saw that the recipe was the same on every page. "Husband figure out?" Tink asked, standing on her tiptoes to look at the book. "No," Mike said, flipping to the very first page. What use was a recipe book with only one recipe? His vision blurred, and he rubbed his eyes. Closing the book, he stared at the outside. It had no title on it, but it did have a picture of a triangle on the spine. Mike ran his finger over the golden grooves of the shape, tilting the book so Tink could get a good look.

The screen flickered to life, casting a cold glow over the dimly lit office. Leonardo sat stiffly behind his desk, one hand hovering over the laptop’s keyboard while the other drummed against the armrest. His gaze remained locked on the screen, his expression unreadable. Amara stood behind him, arms crossed, her heart hammering. The file loaded. And then— A video began to play. The footage was grainy but clear enough. The setting was a dimly lit underground club, the kind where rules didn’t exist and power belonged to whoever had the most blood on their hands.

It was the most intimidating and the most beautiful thing Owen had ever seen. "That's not going to fit," Owen blurted out, his eyes wide. Jax chuckled, a low, warm sound. "It will. I'll make sure of it." Jax popped the cap on the lube and poured a generous amount onto his thick fingers. He turned Owen around to face the bookshelf. Owen braced his hands against the wooden shelf, his arms shaking. He felt incredibly vulnerable with his pants around his ankles and his bare ass exposed to the dark library.

“Now don’t scream, girl! Or else, you might find your life of leniency here inside the ob-lo quickly turn into something very, very grim and dark!” Ninang unbuttoned and pulled down her orange uniform and placed her cunt in front of Nina’s face as she knelt on the floor. Then the woman started pissing on Nina’s soft, plump cheeks. “Drink my pee, girl! Now, now, don’t scream!” Nina was shocked. It seemed as if all the terrible horror stories she heard about the ob-lo suddenly returned to her memories reeking vengeance and, yes, urine. But this was only the beginning.

Chapter thirty Dave I walked into my home in anger, I flung my briefcase on the bed with no care that my laptop is inside it, I always back up my works in G****e Drive so should anything happen, I can always replace it without no care of losing my work. I started undressing; my body was worked up as it was these past weeks. Something is wrong with me, and I know what, deep inside me I want Hazel and I want to be buried balls deep inside her but I can’t, I have had my own share of her and I don’t want to ignite the fire that was already diminishing. So many times I had had Jake arrange women for me but whenever I go to them, I would end up thinking about Hazel and at the end, I would ask them

His lips curved into a sinister smile and he looked away nervously. He felt knots in his stomach as he looked away from him. He didn’t know why he was having a bad feeling about this mission, he thought as he continued with his meal. ** In the small dim room, they all gathered around Gabriel who was dressed in a black vintage jacket as he stood before a table with a stick in his hand which he stretched out to a cardboard paper on the table which contained the plan he had drawn for the mission. A white bulb could be seen shining in the middle of the table and the men's attention could all be seen focused on the cardboard paper.

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

It’s a little early for her to be awake, but I need to talk to Angie before I do something crazy like ask Rio Rafe, Mafia lord, if he loved me. I turn off the water, wrap myself in my bathrobe and go back into the room. Rio is still sleeping soundly, so I decide to turn on a bedside lamp and tiptoe around the room to search for my phone, when I accidently tip over the briefcase Rio had left on the bedside stool. “Shit.” I curse when some papers fall out of it. I bend to gather them that when I notice the images on some of them. My body goes tense with shock.