Romans & histoires Omni Man Beats Up Mark

Mark has had a lot of one-night stands before and after his divorce but was always sure to use protection. He never met a man as irresponsible as Owen and could not hold back. Pushing Gianna gently to the side, he meant to provoke Owen a little to get the chance to beat the shit out of him. “You are a shameless moron. Get out!” Surprisingly, Owen did not fight back like Mark wanted and was rather shedding tears to everyone’s shock, and even went on his knees. “Gina, you know that I love you,” he said in a teary voice, his bodyguards were surprised to see him kneeling as Gianna glared coldly at him before responding,

His grip was brutal, his nails digging into my bare skin. "Let go of me!" I gasped, trying to wrench my arm free. "You think you’re better than me now?" Mark spat, yanking me closer. "You’re nothing but a fraud, Carrie. You're going to do exactly what I say—" Smack. The sharp, cracking sound of heavy metal hitting bone echoed through the concrete garage. Mark screamed, his grip on my arm vanishing as he stumbled backward, clutching his right shoulder. I spun around. Jake was standing ten feet away. He wasn't leaning on his cane. He was holding the heavy silver-headed stick in his right hand like a baseball bat, the metal skull gleaming under the fluorescent lights. His face was a mask of col

He watched as Mark’s body slumped to the ground, and the man turned his full glare to him, but Ethan didn’t care; all that mattered was getting to Lily first. In the tense silence, the older man lunged at Ethan with a sudden move, unleashing a furry, precise strike on Ethan’s face. Ethan took the blow head-on, not caring about the pain, but he took it for a reason; he side-stepped the man, slamming his clenched fist into the man’s side stomach. As the man tried to regain his composure, Ethan pinned one of his hands behind his back, and with a sudden burst of speed, Ethan pushed him forward with an intense force towards the door. The man collided with the door with force but managed to free h

Wickman, as the teacher began to talk. As he demonstrated a little agility with speed, Mr. Wickman nodded. “I see that is all you will show today. We do have a new student, let us see what she is capable of.” He added, looked at Cordovia from across the way. His blood shot eyes seemed to stare into her soul, and it gave her the creeps a little. With a light pink hue to her cheeks, the girl rubbed the back of her neck nervously. She cleared her throat and merely explained her situation to the teacher. Though he didn’t seem amused by her ‘storytelling’. He also seemed to be slightly agitated about something. His eyes darted around the room anxiously, though nobody else seemed to notice. “You s

Kincaid growls as he folds his arms. Gavin smirks. "Oh, she knew who killed them. And man, if I were you, I would be ashamed. Your training must suck. You said they were three of your best, but they were killed by a true omega in human form," Gavin says in a voice so condescending Kincaid immediately snarls. "WHAT," he roars, and Gavin smirks.

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

I moved up to kiss her again, silencing her. I couldn't stop thinking about Freya Allan. *FREYA* When my eyes finally opened felt more weak and I just wish death would claim me right away because I was fade up with the suffering and torture these people were putting me through. The old man appeared again but he wasn't alone this time. He was accompanied by a young man who looked very pale and sick. They had a similar face so they were probably related to one another. "Ah I'm glad that you're awake my dear I want you to meet my son Randy Orton. You'll be seeing each other for a while."

He stared at me for a long time over Kane's shoulder, as if observing an amusing prey. Before he left he said only, "We'll meet again." Kane's hand tightened on mine. The storm at the Trial grounds was over. But I knew this was only the beginning. I asked Kane, "What do we do now?" The old hollowness in him was gone. His eyes were sure. "The Dark Wolf pack warriors are fearless madmen. If this turns into a real fight, Lysander might not come out on top." "Risking his claim on the throne for one Omega — it's beyond stupid."

It had taken all of his concentration to keep from charging out of that shed to attack the oaf. “You bellowed, Alpha?” Mark said sauntering into the room, his stride long and confident with a little uplifted movement at the end of each which gave the impression that he was goofing off, which he usually was. His blond hair was cut short and he was clean-shaven for a change. He came up to the sitting area and put both cups on the coffee table before taking a seat. “Not for you. I called for coffee, not Beta.” “And you scared the young Omegas right out of their fur so I brought your coffee up. They need to get lunch served to everyone else in the pack house. We can’t all sleep ‘till noon.”

Mark moves forward with stealthy steps, as if the air itself carried him in its arms. Suddenly, a man with black hair and a thick beard lunges at him. “Sam! Mark!” I shout, instantly on high alert. “Shh… calm down,” Sam hisses, raising his arm to my stomach, stopping me from moving forward. Mark turns sharply, lifting the man into the air, and while he screams, he slams him to the ground—hard enough to keep him immobile for hours, yet gentle enough to ensure he keeps breathing.