Omni Man Skateboard Novels & Stories

He's so young, yet his moves are so clean. "This kid is impressive. I could not even stand on a skateboard right, let alone make moves like that." Ben had already returned the skateboard as the people were still talking. He thanked them again and went back to Molly. A middle-aged man was following right behind him. His gaze brightened when he saw Molly and Sean. 'I should just cut to the chase since both of his parents are here!'

I know that this is a lot of information to take in, but Shane and Dee are handling it rather well. Shane looks at Finn. “What is your ability?” The omega smiles. “I can make people calm down. That is why I’m with Tommy all the time. He has some severe trauma in his past and without me close by to keep him stable, he has panic attacks.” Kane looks at Dee and Shane and quickly adds, “That is something that you can ask about another time. This isn’t the place to be talking about something like that.” Shane and Dee nod. Shane points to Tommy. “What is yours?”

’ Sierra and I nod solemnly. Himanshu blushes crimson. Did I mention he looks absolutely cute in it. ‘He is cute.’ Sierra blurted it aloud, making his cheeks pick a darker shade. ‘I know and way too innocent to be in this world. Dude Omega! I have nothing against you, I swear. It’s just that we are…umm…let’s just say the time ain’t in our favour. We are going through a demanding phase.’ ‘Then you may allow me to share the toughness. Who knows…maybe…just maybe I’d be able to help you.’ The cute omega offers, peering deep in my eyes. For some reason, his gaze makes me uncomfortable.

My upper body twisted, defying the momentum that carried me toward the boards. I dropped my weight onto my back skate, executed a flawless spin-move around the final defenseman, and sent a crisp, blind pass directly across the slot to Orion.

Or too stupid to use it,” Cassidy added. I still didn't answer them, instead I focused on kneading the dough, despite the ache in my hands. Suddenly, the bowl of flour beside me was knocked over, spilling on the table and floor. “Oops,” Cassidy grinned after pushing the flour to the ground. “You’ll have to clean that up. Don’t screw it up, or we’ll tell the kitchen mistress you wasted supplies.” Still, I didn’t speak, instead I reached for a rag. “See?” Cassidy said loudly. “This is why Omegas exist. To clean up after their betters.”

I asked, shaking my head slightly in hopes of straightening my vision, but it didn’t help. “You can’t be walking around like this,” the man responded, not even answering my question. “But don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.” I shuddered in fear after his remark. I recognized that tone. The sick amusement and hunger laced in his voice. I quickly struggled, trying my best to push him away, but my body completely betrayed me. He chuckled menacingly, “You don’t have to act coy, you know. You’re a filthy omega. It’s not like this is your first time.”

I said and the blond lady waved her hand, and two men in uniforms approached us. “There's a sneaking stalker in the mall; check the footage and see who snuck up the windows of all our dressing rooms,” The blond lady said. “Yes ma'am.” The guards replied and left. “We are really sorry, ma'am; we promise to bring out the culprit. I nodded, feeling uncomfortable and uneasy. It was weird, their attention and care. I was a stranger, but they could sniff my aura; clearly, they all knew I was an Omega. So why aren't they treating me equally, why so much finesse? Unless Kane made sure the entire pack knew that I had a chance of being the pack's Luna.

“Alpha Omari of the Scarlet Pack, I presume?” “I am. And you must be Ryan Poole.” “That I am,” the man gave a hearty chuckle, Omari’s face not giving so much as a twitch of a smile. Soon, they were seated. After being served refreshments by yet another scantily clad girl, Ryan made to lock the door of his office, turning to the Alpha seated with a more serious expression than he had sported before. Time to get down to business, Omari thought. An hour passed before Omari emerged from the small yet comfortable office. He began to make his way out, slowly, through the strip club that was somehow even fuller than it was before. Omari found himself pausing, just as he was halfway through.

Within seconds, a tall, broad-shouldered man stood before me, his skin covered in scars, his eyes still glowing like molten gold. His body nude in front of me as he walked, crossing his arms over his chest. It took everything in me not to look down at his chest, his toned ups and his cock which stood prominent right in front of me. He smirked. “Not bad, little Omega. You’ve got some fire in you. I am impressed.” I didn’t lower my guard. “Who are you?” The man tilted his head, studying me like I was something interesting, something unexpected. “Name’s Kieran. And you?Considering that you are in my territory, I believe that you can tell that you do not belong here, but you should not be here.”

She wasn’t wrong. Romi handled their orders with a fake-charming smile and then vanished into the back like she hadn’t just saved a life, mine. I was halfway through ringing up a trio of yoga clones when the door opened again. A man walked in, head down, hoodie up, cap pulled low like he owed someone money. Tall, broad, built like trouble on silent mode. He moved with practiced quiet, the kind you don’t learn unless you’re used to slipping in and out of rooms unnoticed.