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“Yeah, it’s sad that she uses her gift in such a selfish way. I’m just glad I don’t drink. Otherwise I probably wouldn’t have been able to stop.” “More of a man than me, I’d say.” Oliver’s face lit up with a sudden idea. He reached out his hand to James. “Let’s start over, shall we? Oliver Burton of London.” James chuckled softly. “James Olympia of . . . Albuquerque, New Mexico.” “I see the possibility of a good friendship in our future.” “Yeah.” He nodded. “Me too.”

Blakeney nodded thoughtfully as James said, “Awesome.” Not wanting to be a braggart, Oliver extinguished the flames with nothing more than a thought and met the eyes of all around him. “So . . . ?” James laughed with mirth at the incredible display. “Welcome to the team, limey,” he said, moving to hug Oliver. The Brit held him back at arm’s length and wrinkled his nose. “No, thank you. You’re filthy.” “Yeah, that tends to happen when you train all day as you’ll soon

gawd! What did I just say!? "Fine then..... you can go to hell for all I care!!!!"he marched out of the room grabbing his car keys headed for the garage...he's car drove out of the compound I sobbed quietly regretting my action Authroess POV Oliver arrived at the penthouse only to see James and Cassy He looks at them both before climbing up the stairs "Come back here Oliver"James stated coldy "What is it!?" "Where have you been!?"James asked

James has been monitoring Olivia for the past months and has warned us that something can go wrong anytime, and they would have to operate so we have to be ready for anything. Our house in Cape Town is finished and I haven't had the time to fly and see it. A part of me didn't want to see it alone so I decided to wait for Olivia and the twins. Emily has come back into town because David is dead and is tired of hiding. She and James have gotten close and although they are not dating it is bound to happen anytime soon. Jessica decided to pursue her career of being a detective and she has replaced Oliver. Little Kyle has a new heart and is a happy young man. Nate is now a big star in the sports

I asked. "I don't kiss and tell, James tried to rape Lisa right?" He asked and I nodded. "That nigga is a Hoely MF." He added. "I think I'm beginning to fall for Lisa." "Then go for it." He suggested "I'm not planning on doing that anytime soon, she's poor and I'm rich." I reminded and he hissed. "Then don't fall for her, you are not even supposed to fall in love with her." Oliver said and I blinked.

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

he said and Olivia looked up from the book that she was reading. After sending Jaime away with the n***l that he had bought for her some hours ago, Olivia had went back to her room and searched her luggages for the book she had once buried deep inside one of her boxes. It was her favorite n***l and when she finally found it, she couldn't stop the tears that were rushing down her cheeks. The last time she opened that book was about eight years ago. Before the love of her life died.

Wilder thundered and they bowed, stepping back with respect as Olivia went to sit opposite the man. Seeing his dry face and weary eyes the first thing she could say was food. “Get him food and prepare a bath for him. After doing that, let him rest in a room, we would talk to him when he has strength… Sir, you’re weak now but I know you’re also determined and what you want is what you’ll do but I hope that when you wake up, you’ll be merciful enough to tell me what you know about the passages” Olivia pleaded as she patted his hand softly before standing up.

My steps faltered, my eyes narrowing instinctively. There, under the sprawling oak tree, was Olivia. She was asleep, her body curled up on the soft grass, a book lying forgotten beside her. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting delicate patterns on her face. Her ash-blonde hair glimmered with streaks of gold, scattered haphazardly across her flushed cheeks. Her lashes, long and dark, rested softly against her pale skin, and her lips—slightly parted—betrayed the hint of a sigh.