Omega Bus Stop Ch 1 Novels & Stories

They passed by the fountain which to their surprise, had stopped working but they didn't have time to stop to even catch their breath not to mention studying a fountain so they kept on running, and running, and running, past the cafeteria, past the fountain, on a small land that had green, neatly mowed grasses, and past the fir trees that ascended into the darkening sky due to the evening that was gradually coming upon Golden Lake University. They reached Trisha's dormitory in record time and hastily climbed up the staircase to get their bags whilst sweating like they had just showered. Trisha pushed the door and it opened without any opposition to her surprise but on the inside she saw Chlo

- Where are you? -On the bus, I'm going down Grand Park Street. -Then I reconsider.- And what else does it give you? -Come down. -What?- I ask confused. - Get off at this stop. -the bus parks and the two exit doors begin to open. -Why? -I'm on the Heavy Blood- I hear a glass break and then someone mutters something- I need you.

I’d already applied to the Valeriana Werewolf Institute. And I wasn’t coming back. ... The top-floor conference room of the Alpha Tower. Draven watched the video from Liam, his hand tightening on his glass. He threw back a shot of liquor and sneered, “An Omega who can’t even control her own wolf… losing her shit in bed. Let’s see her show her face in the Blackwood Estate now.” I pressed myself against the wall, my heart hammering. "Draven, isn't this a bit much—" Liam’s voice faltered.

but I didn't expect that,that girl I had been looking for,had been right there ever since. The car had finally stopped and I could swear I could hear my heart beating from a mile away. My wolf was ecstatic that we had found her and though I hated to admit it with the way my finger flipped up and down the car arm chair,I was too. I got down from the car,taking a deep breath or two and looked around,it was close to winter and winter was at our door with how cold the air was getting,the sky was already dark by the time we arrived here but right now that didn't matter,I needed to calm my wolf and if catching a sight of that disgusting cocky omega would calm him down,I wouldn't object either way.

*** TIMES SQUARE, NYC The car came to a stop in front of the Port Authority Bus Terminal. "We're getting out here," Wilson announced. Enora followed as the woman beside her exited the car first. "We'll see you in thirty, sir," the woman said, giving a small salute before getting into the driver's seat to speed off. "Uh, where are we going Mr. Reed?" Enora asked, following him through the mass of pedestrians.

Left the key on the counter, went out the back. The 05:47 bus smelled wet and clean. Paid with twenties, took seat 28C by window, hood up, cap low. Bus started, tires on wet snow, city lights blurred. I slept a little—dreams of red ribbons, pool lights, Seraphina’s laugh in a glass room.

*** 5:15 AM When Father Ward again approached the intersection of Hollow and Beartown Road, the same bus idled at the corner, its headlights blazing. Curious in spite of his unease, he slowed and peered out the window. Upon closer inspection, the bus itself looked like a much older model. He couldn’t see much more. The glare of its headlights only made its interior darker, but as his headlights panned the bus’s grill he briefly saw its number . . . 253. He drove through the intersection. The number fell back under darkness. As Father Ward returned his gaze to Beartown Road, he thought something moved in the bus, behind its steering wheel . . .

“But maybe some food.” “How can you eat?” I ask through numb lips. “That was nothing we haven’t seen before,” Oswald explains. “And you need to eat. You will need your strength.” I get out of the car, stumbling when my frozen legs refuse to hold my weight. Thaddeus catches me and looks over my head at Oswald. “Are we leaving her here for the night?” “What are you going to do?” “Not here.” Oswald looks around and points to a small café tucked away between the only two shops on the main street.

she murmured. “I will,” I assured her. “Now go on. Don’t be late.” Before she could say anything more, I told Owen to drive. The ride to Velvet Hub was long. The farther we went, the more deserted the streets became. When the car stopped, I looked out. The building was old, tucked between warehouses, but faint music pulsed from inside—loud, reckless, chaotic. “Wait here, Owen,” I said. “Ma’am—” “I’ll be fine.”

It was time he understood how strong omegas were. I forced a smile. “Well, of course. I can’t wait.” The elevator ride ended, and we parted ways. Odessa started the vehicle and we drove out of the garage. “Are you sure you can handle this?” I eyed the back of her head. “Why wouldn’t I be?”