Omega Bus Stop Ch 1 Novels & Stories

They walked down the stairs — the full descent, the upper flight and the first landing and the aperture light from above and the lower flight and the shallower tread carrying the pace through the whole argument and the entrance hall and the covered approach and the three transitions in reverse and the street. The building stood behind them in the May morning. Complete. Present. Knowing what it was for. They walked to the bus stop. They got on the bus. They went home. End of Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Eight

“You’re going to need it.” I nodded as I leaned back and closed my eyes, glad that Craig and I had cleared the air. Maybe now we could be friends. *** I must have fallen asleep, but I woke when the bus pulled to a stop. “Where are we?” I asked Craig, who was still sitting beside me. He yawned. “Hey, Mack! Where are we?” A big burly man with muscles upon muscles, who sat in the driver’s seat turned around. “We’re in Chattanooga. We’re stopping to get something to eat.”

He grabbed my chin and I winced. “I was taken there. I passed out in front of the university and I woke up in that warehouse.” I mumbled as his grip on my chin loosened. “So, you aren’t one of them.” He smirked and that sent shivers down my spine. He is handsome and by the looks of it he’s rich. Also he is an alpha and I’m an omega. He is the predator and I look like his prey. “No, I wasn’t.” I said as I tried to figure out a way to escape from here.

I sat down, still keeping my head down, and I felt the bus start to move. The journey was bumpy and long, and my legs started to ache from sitting in one position for too long. But I didn't dare move or adjust my position. I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. I step off the bus and begin walking down the sidewalk towards the restaurant. I can feel the stares of people passing by, their looks of disgust making me pull my hoodie over my head. It's not like I chose to be an omega, but in this society, it's a label that comes with its own challenges.

Please, moon goddess, let him like me. I scan the massive building again. My eyes stop momentarily at each window. Which room is he in? When the car finally comes to a halt, I bolt out of the vehicle and try to run towards the building. However, my feet instantly stop, and I’m frozen in place when a loud booming voice barks, “OWEN! STOP RIGHT THERE!” The power of his voice instantly shakes me to my core, and his voice carries such authority that I’m compelled to follow his command.

The smile on Oswald’s face was so obvious that Elsie didn’t know where to look out of embarrassment. He cleared his throat when he realized that he looked too happy for been called by his name. she thought that she had to rush to her car but then she remembered that it almost left her on the road because it had run out of gas. Oswald sighed and then told her, How about you let me drop you at your work place?

Leila watched him go with amusement before spotting a man walking towards them from around the corner, followed by a white mini bus. “Come on Wolfie, let’s head home,” Leila said, suddenly feeling like a cup of hot chocolate. Wolfe eagerly pulled ahead and Leila struggled to keep up with her, not quite enjoying her unintentional exercise. +++ In the meantime, a faded white van rolled up to the rusty gates of abandoned chalet, its engine sputtering and wheezing. A stout blonde man in his fifties barked orders, directing the van towards the entrance. The man next to him, a smaller individual with dark eyes and a crushed cap on his head, obediently hopped out and cleared a path through the snow

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

(23). When Alpha meets Omega . Chapter 23: you’re stuck with me . It’s no surprise when, at dawn, Carlos feels wet again and wakes from his sleep because of it. This is going to be annoying, and he has to blink away the sleep in his eyes to focus, heat-addled mind trying to go one step ahead of him.

he also deleted that and ended up not sending anything but drowning in anger and regret, he has every chance to make it up to Nala but ends up messing up every time. Everywhere seemed foreign to Tasha, she had no idea where she was going, Darkness had graced the land she could see nothing but street lights beaming and no one in plain sight. She came to a stop where saw a long pole with a sign which read Busstop. She sighed with relief hoping to find a bus that would lead her somewhere and when she asked the right questions, she'll be on her way home. She Sat on the bench there with a protective canopy on top. Swinging her legs and burying her head in her hands, after a few minutes of waiting