Omni 404 Sans Mga Nobela at Kwento

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #CHAPTER_4 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊 🕊🕊🕊 🕊🕊 🕊 #OMNICIENT_POV 👳

His thumb brushed across the back of my hand, and the contact sent a jolt through me. “Friends,” Grayson said softly, carrying that dominance that made people stop listening without even realizing why. He leaned slightly forward, lips close to my ear, and I felt the brush of heat against my skin. “Let me clarify for you, Tanya. Callie isn’t just anyone. She is mine. Every part of her is mine. And no one—no one—has the right to question that.” Tanya’s posture faltered ever so slightly, and she let out a polite, constrained laugh. “I didn’t mean anything—just… curiosity. That is all.”

Camille at the laptop cross referencing the DCI’s name against public records, finding things faster than any of them expected because Camille, it turned out, had a precision mind for research that none of them had known to use before now. Zara made coffee for everyone and felt useless for approximately four minutes. Then she sat down and looked at the photograph again. The restaurant. Osei. The DCI. She looked at the background. Unfocused but there. Other diners. A window. Outside the window a street sign, partially visible, just enough letters to— “Damon.” He looked over. She pointed at the sign in the window of the photograph. He leaned in. Read it. His eyes sharpened.

XOXO ❤️ it's a glitch guys! GOTCHA 🤣

I dimmed my phone brightness to zero and started typing back. [Lian: Hello! Everything’s fine here. My dance rehearsals are going well too. And guess what? I got selected for the Carnival Dance of the Year competition! And… your twin brothers are my dance partners. Sounds weird, right? How can we have three people in one pair? But it was Sir Jack and Miss Cherry’s decision.] I hit send, slid my phone back into my pocket, and turned my attention to the view outside.

She retorted, “NR does not mean Noelle Rowan. It means New Reign, because I was venturing into a new chapter in my life! And 00767 is just a random number I put in! I did not know it would end up being Noelle’s ID number at the company!” “I created OmniSync Core, not Noelle!”

Turning, I found myself face-to-face with a petite omega, her green eyes locked onto mine. "Hey, handsome, would you like us to keep you company?" She inquired, and another omega quickly joined her at my side. Their delicate hands grazed my waist, their coy smiles and alluring gazes were an all-too-familiar sight. “Why don’t we…” I was about to respond when a familiar figure caught my eye. There, perched at a table near the far corner, was Emily. Her face flushed and her eyes downcast as she had a glass of amber liquid, seemingly lost in a haze of sadness.

This time an older woman burst through the door with an angry scrawl etched into her taunt wrinkled skin. "Oh," I did gasped confused as I've never seen this wolf before, "where's April?" "April is off duty you stupid Omega," she reprimanded me, "now shut up you are disturbing the other patients!" "Can you call April here," I asked, totally disregarding her last statement, "I need her. It's kind to important."

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My heart almost left my body due to the speed of its beating. "..." We both couldn't speak to each other. Alpha Giovanni immediately informed me that he would just wait downstairs and that I didn't need to rush myself. I felt nervous because, after all, it would be my first date. It has to be memorable. I felt sad because Amoux and I had sex, but we didn't even date. Maybe he and Anaya have dated a few times. I pity myself. I glanced at the door when I heard a knock. I immediately opened it and saw Omegas holding dresses to their hearts. There are twelve of them, and each of them is holding a dress.