Omni Man Pathetic Novels & Stories

It seemed as though the world had twisted itself around me, trapping me in this nightmare that I couldn't escape. Being an omega had never felt like a blessing, but here, in this twisted reality with Colton, it felt like nothing but a curse. A fate that had bound me to a world of suffering, pain, and degradation. I hated being omega—hated the helplessness that came with it, hated how it made me vulnerable to the whims of cruel men who saw me as nothing more than a possession. A toy to play with, a thing to use, that’s all I had ever been to anyone who crossed my path.

"I'm surprised to see someone here more awkward than I. Is there a rodent under your shirt, making you dance in place so?" The young man's mouth felt open, and he dropped his hands to his side, clearly taken by surprise. Ammy cursed herself silently. It wasn't a good idea to alienate the first brave soul to approach her. The man laughed suddenly, holding his stomach, her whole demeanor relaxing. "Oh my god! I was so afraid you would be as stuffy as the rest of these.... others. Let me say, this is such a relief. I'm Omega Adom soon to be Adom Jane."

Millan shakes his head dismissively, forcing a small laugh to appease Weston’s worry, “It’s stupid.” “Tell me.” Millan sighs, knowing Weston isn’t going to let it go. “I just… can’t believe I dropped in front of everyone. It’s… embarrassing.” “Millan. There’s absolutely nothing embarrassing about dropping. Most omegas in your situation would have had the same reaction. Actually, most omegas in your situation would have dropped way sooner. It was a tiring and overwhelming night for you, and everybody understands that. I promise you, no one judged you for it.”

' Exclaims Atlas. 'You see what you want to see, I guess.' “You felt threatened by an Omega?” I ask dubiously. Oh please, Romona sees Omegas as vermin, as if she was scared of one. “She wasn’t like the other Omegas, she’s nasty and cruel!” “Try telling that story again, only with honesty this time,” instructs Roland as he steps into my office, shutting the door behind him. “You know what she’s talking about?” I ask.

“But I do think it would do you some good to learn how to fight. Self-defense and stuff like that.” “So, you do think I’m weak,” I answered trying to hold back the venom and pain I felt in each and every one of his words. “Jeez, thanks, mate!” “You’re an omega,” he answered harshly, apparently annoyed with the venom in my tone. “Omegas are weak. That’s not an insult, that’s a statement!”

Liam has a fun way of making me feel good while offending me in the crudest way possible. "Even if I tried, he's stronger than me so what's the point? I'm never going to win against him." "You could, I don't know, at least try. At least then you go down fighting," he opines but I just roll my eyes. "You have no idea what it's like to be an omega without an ounce of strength," I mutter, “Giving up is just a survival instinct.”

I couldn't survive that a second time. I stared up at the man holding me. He was far more handsome than Liamever was. He was far more strong, too. He probably had lines of girls dying to have a single glance thrown at them. Someone like him wouldn't blink an eye before he ripped out my heart. He would just mock me for being too weak. He would see right away that I was not enough. I was just an ordinary pathetic omega in a big world. New, hot tears sprung into my eyes, blurring his handsome face. I hated myself for being so emotional.

"An enslaved omega. I... I acquired him specifically for this." The man lets out a dark, humorless chuckle, the sound sending a chill down Kael’s spine. "An omega? A slave? You expect a weak, whimpering hole to do the work of a warrior? How sure are you, Kael, that this pathetic little bitch won’t betray us the moment Damien looks at him with those pitying eyes of his?"

I snappily uttered. However, Kayla’s mocking glee made the man who had just taken the black card pause. “Did you hit your head? Did you suddenly forget that you’re nothing but a poor, orphaned omega who got dumped? How could you possibly dare to drop that kind of money even in your dreams?”

“When someone calls me a liar, it tends to rile me up.” “So you weren’t lying. Fine. Let’s move on. It’s not something to gey worked up about.” He was being mean again. Of course, the extremes that were Luciano. Nice one minute and brutal the next. “Fine.” I get back into position and start hitting the damn bag again. “So, if it bothered you why didn’t you do something about it?” He was back to asking questions. I took a deep breath before answering. “I assumed it was a normal feeling. Omegas are the weakest in the park structure. There was no reason for me to think I had some mystical power lying dormant.”