Omni Man Skateboard Novels & Stories

Kai Blackthorn took off his helmet to reveal tousled blond hair and an arrogant smirk, and blue eyes that watched me with amusement. I hated the way he stood there in dark jeans clinging to his long legs, his boot scuffed but sturdy and leather gloves covering long fingers that tapped lazily against the handlebar of his bike. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “If it isn’t my new slave, little omega.” Follow my I. , G: @authormiragreen 💚

She, a low-ranking omega, had hit a man feared by alphas. Belinda could see that he hadn't moved since she'd slapped him, like he too couldn't believe what she'd just done. If only he knew—she was far more shocked than he was. At that moment, a part of her was screaming for her to apologize, to plead that she'd acted rashly and hadn't known what she was doing. The greater part—the part of her that was still possessed by nerve-numbing anger—refused to do that.

“I have no idea when it’s due. What kind of time frame is that?” “Oran really didn’t touch you, did he?” The sudden change of topic took the omega by surprise. “No, he didn’t.” The man stalked closer, his muscles rippling under his clothes as he rose to his full height and loomed over Kari. “So I see, he likes them obedient and subservient. You must have made him itch for a cane.” The omega scrambled back in alarm and there was a soft thump as his back hit the closed door. Hands caged him in, one on either side of his head and the man’s face inched too close for comfort.

he snapped. Why did it have to be him? He was Sienna’s boyfriend. Before my Mom started dating Barnette Sienna, all her friends didn’t know we breathed the same air, but the second I set foot in this house, everything changed. Sienna didn’t want me around, nor did she like how nice her Father was to me. “Who the hell are you?” Gage asked. “Why did you have to show up now?” I swallowed. “Odessa.” “And you’re an omega. Shit.”

"In front of each of you, there is a sheet and a brush. You will outline the most appropriate course of action for the given problem. The participant with the best response will win this round." "Does that peasant even have the ability to read or write?" a brunette, dressed in layers of elegant tulle, whispered to her friend, who giggled and cast glances at Hailey. Hailey wasn't offended. Why would she be? Such remarks had been commonplace throughout her life. It was a widespread belief that Omegas were incapable of understanding even basic concepts. As Luna Renesme began to read the question from the scroll, Hailey picked up the brush and dipped it into the inkpot.

I’m currently sitting in my dad’s office hugging my dad. “Thank you, my sweetheart. I really needed that,” he sighs. You see, I am an Omega. Not the lowest of the pack that you normally hear about, but the kind who has a very special ability. I can calm people with just my presence, but it’s more effective if I am in close proximity to them. When I was brought to my parents, my omega waves were crazy strong. They still are, but back then, they started a war.

It provokes in me the realization of what an awful person I am capable of becoming. Blake laughs and gives the impression that the matter is entirely under control. But, there was suddenly a cough coming from a man, and I had hoped that we might converse for a more extended period. When I started paying attention to what was going on in the area around me, I found out that the person who was bothering me was one of the omegas in his pack. He was a young man of 22 years old. It has been decided that he will not be allowed to observe the three of us together since our situation may become complicated if he is present.

She flipped her hair that fell onto her face. "You think you can beat down two alphas? " The taller man asked through gritted teeth. The omega shrugged. "Well, I just did," "You can't escape me, you wh*re!" He shouted before trying to grab her but the omega caught his hand effortlessly. She did a spin and quickly got behind him, twisting his hand and making him cry out in agony. She took the hairpin from his hand again and stabbed it on his other hand which was trying so hard to scratch and grab her.

As I skate around the cones, trying to figure out the teams, a loud voice startles me, causing me to crash into the barricade and land on the ice with a thud. "Shit," I mutter, seeing Warren skating towards me. Despite the situation, I can't help but be distracted by how good he looks. He's decked out in a navy-blue t-shirt that perfectly complements his skates, opting for hockey breezes instead of regular pants. I glance up at him as he glides to a halt and extends his large hand towards me. I chuckle as I take his hand, his piercing cobalt blue eyes locking onto mine as his black hair cascades over his face.