Omergaverse Novels & Stories

"Not that I've noticed." Solemnly, Draven nodded. "Keep it at that." He got up, indicating that this meeting was over, and Derek got up with him. Draven had walked a few paces when he glanced back, his eyes a dark storm. "I thank you for your loyalty." That very night, the stock of Global-C crashed.

He spoke. “Yes, I did.” I corrected him if I had read it correctly. “It says that the omega will always be a remnant, a pawn to fill up the herd and cause a mob. But not always will such a weak person be born because fate was not quite so generous to them. I told you, I read it and I do not understand anything.” “You said it exactly, not always someone is born so weak.” He said and repeated the sentence. “Now look for the answer to this doubt.”

Her sobbing has become more painful now; Miss Clary and Alexandra are both wiping their own tears, and Liam can't believe what he is hearin "I tried to explain. I didn't use any suppressants! I am a late bloomer! Why can't you accept my fate? Why do you dislike omegas? Then they say, Because omegas are weak and pathetic are only good at spreading their legs, they don't want a whore in their house. I can't believe my mother's words; they are calling me with name

[Hestia] "OHHH... HECATE!!" I screamed Hecate's name as she keeps eating my pssy nonstop. It's been my third orgasm and Hecate keeps eating me. Hecate is relentless. "Hecate... I can't..." I said and I can feel my legs getting weaker. I didn't know why I came here. It was a spur at the moment decision for me. I wasn't even sure that she lives here.

That's actually when I moved back in with my mother, when I lost Daniella it broke me down and I didn't want to do anything, not even get out of bed. Oh I should probably intorduce myself, my name is Annette ,I am part of the Neptune Moon Pack, its a nod to the God Triton I assume since we are right by a sea. I am 22 with shoulder length auburn hair, my eyes are a hazel color, i think, I'm not really sure they tend to change colors and theres a hue of orange in one eye, most people would assume my eyes are green though. I have pale skin with freckles and I am pretty short, 5'3 to be exact, I am strong but also have curves, I have always been a curvier woman, not super thin but most the guys

I have changed and I wouldn't be a fool anymore. “How about I make my own deal since it's more or less interesting?” He asked warmly, curling his lips. “Golden Pack has a backyard hill floating with mines and oil. You defeat whoever you want to defeat and take the pack, in return, I will own the mines.” He informed me steadily with furrowed brows. “Mine? How didn't I know about this?” I thought inwardly before forcing out a smile. “You have my word, Mr. Berrent.” Soon, he started walking slowly – approaching me and I swallowed hard on nothing.

“It’s Tyrone’s mating ceremony. Apparently, he’s found himself an omega.” Her expression darkened instantly, her face twisting in disapproval. “An omega?” she spat, her lip curling. “A beta marrying a creature as lowly as an omega?” She shook her head, her voice laced with scorn. “What is Tyrone thinking? He could have chosen a strong, influential woman—someone from a powerful bloodline, someone like Hannah.”

He was obviously their favorite because that was their child, and I was just a pitiful and pathetic little baby they found and took mercy on, and after the death of our parents, Darrow wasted no time nor did he spare me from being sold to a horrible mate and partner. He sold me off to Cyrus without having second thoughts, nor does he come around to check up on me. It was as if he had been waiting for this time all his existence, and when he finally got the opportunity to get rid of me for good, he wasted no time in grabbing that opportunity, trading and shipping me off to Cyrus. And Cyrus on the other hand, took that as an advantage and I turned into a sex object and a baby machine to him. I

Well, of course, his family was never normal. As the days turned into weeks, Antonio's behavior became increasingly disturbing. He visited the club frequently, drowning himself in cocaine and whiskey, violating the sacred Omertà code of silence and conduct that governed their mafia family. He also broke the cardinal rule of "Non Molestare" (not bothering or causing trouble) by getting into disputations with rival families. Some of the older, more traditional members of the family began to whisper among themselves, questioning Antonio's ability to one day take over as Don. They saw his behavior as a sign of weakness, and worried that he would bring shame and vulnerability to their organizatio

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.