Omega Bus Stop Ch 1 Novels & Stories

"Gate of Harvard Vales are known to be one of the most beautiful places in the world." A wave of excitement crashes over me. Suddenly, this trip doesn't feel bad at all. I was wrong. It was bad, heck, it was horrible! Fifteen hours in a damn plane, then God knows how long in a car and we still haven't reach the place. "We are here..." The Omega who is driving our car said. I think his name was Jacob. "Freedom!" I jump out as soon as the car stop. The first thing I notice is the cold air. The second one is the dark and I can't see a thing. The third that there's a mansion on a brilliant land scope just in front of me. But keeping the second point in mind, I can't see very well.

Sophie's pov **The Interception** The Greyhound bus shuddered as it lumbered onto the I-90, its diesel engine groaning under the weight of fifty-seven passengers and their collective exhaustion. Lila Blackstone sat curled against the window in seat 32C, her knees drawn to her chest, her fingers nervously picking at the frayed edges of her hoodie sleeves. The glass was cool against her forehead as she watched the city lights blur into streaks of gold against the gathering twilight.

" He looked down. Then frowned. "I... I..." 'Stopping at Denovan.' An automatic computer voice blasted from the speakers, making the bus stop with Langston. Sighing in disappointment, I stood up and held my hand out for Langston to grab on it, "Let's go." Taking my hand, he stood up, "But-" "Let's just go," I told him, pulling him towards outside. "No, Chloe, you have to hear-" "No need," "No, Chloe, you need to hear-"

He chuckles and turns to walk towards the front of the bus as he chimes, “That is exactly what we want everyone to believe.” This is so confusing. What has Kane got himself into? However, now that I’m awake, I can tell that Kane is really close. So, I guess I’ll continue to trust Gus. I stand up from my seat and stretch once again. Man, I didn’t think that I could get this stiff from sitting on a bus, but clearly, I’m wrong. I slowly head towards the front and follow Gus off of the bus. He stops and grabs my bag from the luggage compartment before he heads towards his car. As we walk across the deserted parking lot, Gus chimes, “This is almost like déjà vu.

“How about we ride another bus? It is better that way than to cram along in a crowded cabin.” The older brother suggested despite not properly functioning and Leo nodded as he could see Luke’s exhausted eyes. Exiting the area to proceed to the bus stop after three blocks and the omega was wobbling but trying to snap out of it by shaking his head slightly and prolonged and tight shut of his eyes before abruptly opening them. Upon arriving at the bus stop, they were able to take a seat in the vehicle and it was on Luke’s usual seat.

I was a painful memory that cropped up every Christmas, and a tragedy that haunted that rest stop along the highway. The snow melted, and spring arrived. Everything came back to life again. The grass grew, and the birds sang. Come winter, snow would fall over that rest stop once more. Only this time, there wasn't going to be an Omega standing there, waiting for her family that would never come.

Mason replied. “What the heck?” Vladimir frowned. “Why not?! That makes no sense.” “It's my pack and my rules.” I glared at him. “We separated at the oak tree. We can go there; maybe we’ll find something to track them down.” Chloe suggested. “Why are we still standing here then?” Mason wondered. We followed behind Chloe then headed to the backyard where we switched to our wolves. I followed Chloe’s lead to the oak tree. The moment we got to the oak tree, my nose immediately captured the sweet and familiar strawberry scent and the nice fragrance of rose; it was the Omega’s annoying scent. “The omega was here.” I informed Mason.

He tapped the screen, initiating the analysis sequence. I kept my breathing steady, waiting for Dr. Voss’s suppressant to fail or succeed. The machine processed the sample, displaying a series of loading bars across the digital screen. The Inquisitors held my arms tightly, preventing me from stepping away. The scanner beeped loudly. Graves looked at the readout, his expression remaining entirely neutral. "Genetic markers indicate a standard omega," Graves stated, lowering the device. "No anomalies detected." I forced myself to stand completely still, offering no visible reaction to the news.

CHIARA P.O.V Wolfgang continues until we exit the park, and he stops to let me get into the passenger seat of a huge black Jeep. As he fastens my seatbelt without looking at me, I refrain from breathing or doing anything to upset him, feeling as if I've done something wrong and my father is one word away from unleashing his annoyance and punishing me for a year. I finally sigh and look straight ahead as Wolfgang closes my door and walks around to sit in the driver's seat, starting to drive.