Oc Descriptions Novels & Stories

Ash gasped with delight and Sara nodded with satisfaction. "Goo. Sean, do you promise to take care of her when I can't?" Troy asked seriously and Sean swore to it. Ash whispered to Luna, "He is a natural Alpha." "She is helping him feel the need to protect" Sara said as she nodded to Samantha. "That's why Omega's are so important. They can make a whole pack work together and make the alpha stronger just by being there" Alpha explained. Ash nodded, understanding. Already she felt the pull to train harder and help her pack mates just so they could make sure that Samantha was safe and proud of her pack.

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.

I laugh as I let her go, watching her fall to the floor. "On second thought, I'll just grab a banana. " I laugh as I walk out. I hate omegas, absolute scum of the earth. I don't even know how some Alphas consider them part of the pack. They are nothing more than slaves and a good fuck every one in awhile. Alice isn't a good as she used to be. She may be my mate, but I'm getting tired of seeing her all the time. It is quite interesting watching her try to entertain me though. Thinking she's still sexy after all these years. Disgusting.

The next morning, Matilda woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. She had tossed and turned all night, haunted by nightmares of her parent's death. As she got dressed, she tried to push the memories out of her mind and focus on the day ahead, she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to find two omegas standing in front of her. One was a tall, thin blonde named Felicia, and the other was a short, plump redhead named Emily. Matilda recognized them as two of the pack's other omegas.

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“The owner… he’s not like the others.” I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “A jerk? An egotistical narcissist?” I half-joked, trying to break the tension. But Chloe didn’t laugh. Instead, she shivered slightly, the smile fading from her face. "He's... odd. And deadly. No one really sees him during the day. He’s a nightwalker." Her voice faltered on the last word. “He’s got a scar across his face. No one knows how he got it, but people say it’s the least dangerous thing about him.”

So he could only do a brief explanation about the client’s company and review the schedule for May. Faithful God Enterprise is a famous merchandise brand for women, they carry a large selection of clothing, accessories, and cosmetics aimed for luxurious women of all ages; even though they are an expensive brand name. 30% of the women in City Y are their clients. 40% are consumers of Colerida Enterprise, and 5% are Yang Corps consumers, and the others take up the last remaining 1%.

He knew about her. "If you know what's best for you, keep your mouth shut!" I yelled, my eyes glowing faintly as I grabbed him by his collar. His wounds were already healing, but what about Hermosa’s? A tiny voice replied in my head: *She's an Omega. That doesn't mean she won't recover.* She was special. I flung Alpha Rowen to the floor and headed toward the car parked outside, where my Beta stood by the door. "Which hospital did he take her to?"

He went over my answer mentally before he scribbled it down. "Tell me about yourself." He put the file away with interest on his face. There was nothing to tell. I didn't know a thing about myself other than I was an Omega and I was pregnant. "What does the Pack want to know about me?" I looked down at the mug in my hand. "It's not about the Pack. I want to know your story. What was life at Darkmoon like for you." I bit my lower lip as I brainstormed on what to say.