Omega Bus Stop Ch 1 Novels & Stories

Emma changed her mind in the last minute call after the CEO invited their team for dinner. He looked at her who was busy chatting happily with the CEO who was seated at the front center. 'Great. The man who I found sexy is talking with my crush.' That could've been his chance to date an omega but his boss just had to ruin his opportunity. Zen sneakily glares at Mr. Claude as he chomps on the lettuce wrapped meat but the CEO must have noticed his laser like stares because he looked back at him. That's when Zen stopped glaring because his stare was just as captivating as his looks.

The bus driver was already turning the wheel when I jumped up and hurried to the front. “Where are we going?” He didn’t even look at me. “Scheduled stop.” “We’re supposed to be heading west.” “Sit down, miss.” His hand rested on his phone. My face filled the screen, $50,000 reward printed right underneath in bold letters. My stomach dropped. “Let me off.” “Can’t stop until the next station.” “Let me off the fucking bus!”

Dream Weaver ~~~ 1986 Oshey was sitting on the back porch smoking a cigarette when the door opened behind her. The young woman was lost in thought. Between the nightmares and the cop's sudden appearance, Oshey was confused beyond belief. The only point in her life she was not uncertain about was Quinn. Since meeting him, Oshey knew what peace could feel like. She closed her eyes, blowing smoke out of her nose when she heard him clear his throat. "I don't want to talk right now, Quinn."

I just had to trust in my instincts. We crossed the park border and continued to drive silently. The wind whipped my hair, and the car radio played some cool music. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the calmness of the tune, but in my mind's eye, André's furious face was etched. I could only imagine what he would do once he discovered I was gone. “We are here.” Jaxon slowed down, and I opened my eyes and saw we were at a bus stop. “The bus gets here by 9:00 every morning. And lucky for you, we are ten minutes early.”

She hated taking the bus this late, but it was the fastest way home. Chloe tapped her foot impatiently as she waited, arms wrapped around herself. She kept glancing over her shoulder, a paranoia creeping up on her that she couldn’t shake. It felt like someone was watching, lurking just beyond the shadows. When the bus finally arrived, she hurried inside and found an empty seat near the back, pressing herself against the window. The ride was uneventful, just the usual handful of exhausted workers heading home. Still, she couldn’t relax. Her fingers drummed against her thigh, her mind still replaying the news report.

He didn’t even glance my way. Tommaso opened the door of the third SUV and jerked his chin. “Inside.” I climbed in silently. The city blurred through the tinted window as we drove. I kept waiting for someone to change their mind. To say “Bring her back,” or “Boss wants her guarded,” or “There’s been a mistake.” Nothing. We pulled up at a crowded bus stop under a flickering streetlight.Trash scattered. Noise everywhere.A wild dog licked a plastic bag.Tommaso reached across, unlocked the door.

This beastly howl made many people inside the cars feel their scalps going numb. In Ryan’s car, his driver frowned slightly. “What’s going on? I think I hear wolves howling.” “Pay attention and drive. This is Khanh City in the south. How could there be wolves?” growled Ryan. However, soon after he spoke, the car in front of them abruptly stopped, causing the long fleet following behind it to halt as well. Feeling confused, the people at the back rolled down their windows and looked outside. Ryan’s car was positioned in the center of the fleet. He grabbed the walkie talkie beside him and asked into the device, “What’s going on?”

/-Eric-/ I should’ve known better than to expect a clean ride to booking. The cruiser veered off the main road twenty minutes ago, and we’d been cruising through what looked like the industrial back end of the city since. Broken warehouses. Abandoned loading docks. Not a streetlight in sight. Detective Lane hadn't said a word. Neither had the rookie. The only sound was the hum of the tires against the cracked asphalt. Then the car stopped. “Out,” Lane said, his voice flat.

Ossey replies looking over at me. We were getting nearer to the party and Oswald looked out the window for a bit more as he drove the remaining kilometre. "I think it's just up ahead," he says softly. The street was already packed with cars lining both sides when we got there and Oswald craned to find somewhere he could park. There was a spot across from the house where someone had parked a minute ago and had left vacant so he took the spot. "Here we are," he announces. "Let's go," I grin and he opened the car door and got out.

The interior was luxurious with soft leather seats, ambient lighting, large windows and mini screens. “This is a bus?” she whispered. Wilson grinned proudly, “Dawnat doesn’t do things halfway.” Clearly not. Employees quickly filled the seats in noisy groups while excitement bounced everywhere around the vehicle. Penelope settled beside one of the windows with a relieved sigh. Chicago here they come! She still couldn’t fully believe it. Outside, she spotted Demetria waving dramatically from the sidewalk. Penelope burst into laughter and waved back. Then, suddenly, she felt someone sit beside her. She turned, expecting to see Wilson but her smile disappeared instantly.