Onyx Storm Book Release Party の小説・ストーリー

We didn’t even know which ocean we were in - the Pacific or the Atlantic. I’d given him all the details I could. But they weren’t very helpful. Palm trees. White sand. Blue lagoon. Mountain. That’s all I had. “That gala,” Storm said, “it might be our chance.” He was referring to the massive annual gala that Demetrius was throwing here, on the island. It was the night he was going to have sex with my wolf. “I’d rather not wait that long,” I told Storm. Storm nodded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dark rock. He tossed it into the water.

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

“Every hour of every damn day.” Her cheeks flushed, heart aching at the tenderness in his voice. “Me too.” He sighed and sat on a padded bench, angling the phone so she could see more of him—legs stretched out, one hand raking through his hair. “I wanted to tell you something before you hear it some other way.” Vivienne’s stomach clenched. “What is it?” “Weston is throwing another party,” Knox said darkly. “I tried to bribe him to postpone it…but he’s dead set on keeping the pattern. Says people expect it now. So I made a deal with him.”

So shut up and let me out. I can’t help but chuckle as I allow him forward. (Kate’s pov) I watch as Jake is talking with Onyx before he starts to chuckle then I watch his beautiful blue eyes turn black. “Hello Onyx” “Hello sexy mate, I want to talk to you then I would like to see Midnight.” “Oh of course she has been dying to meet you. What did you want to talk about?” “I want Jake and I to mark you something is coming I can feel it and I don’t want to wait tell the ceremony.”

Onyx calls to them as Aiden closes the door behind him. Onyx turns his attention to me while controlling his laughing. “Ready to prep the party?” “Ready.” I smile. Clara and Brett are in the yard with Lobo when we exit. “There is my best little friend!” Onyx calls out as he tosses Lobo into the air and catches him. His happy squeal can be heard by anyone nearby. “We have something for you two to see,” Onyx states as he tickles Lobo again. “My turn!” I demand to hold Lobo as Onyx struggles to remove the picture from his pocket and hand it over. “Oh!” Clara has no other words as tears of joy roll down her face. “Can I hug you?” She requests, and I nod in agreement. She hugs me tightly around L

"A reading?" "Tomorrow night," she says. "After the First Contact event. A public reading of selected chapters. You, performing your own story. Millions will attend virtually. It’s perfect publicity timing." I look at the clock. 12 hours. "Tomorrow is... complicated," I say. "It's dangerous," Alex says, taking the phone. "Evelyn's loyalists are planning an attack. A public event makes us a target." "We can secure the feed," the publisher argues. "Virtual attendance only."

********** Storm followed Tasha through the busy city streets, the bright lights and blaring sounds overwhelming her sensitive werewolf senses. “This place is amazing,” Storm whispered, and Tasha smiled. “It is, isn't it? This is my pack. The Crescent pack,” Storm has never heard of the pack before though. All she knew was her own pack. She had never even attempted to leave. Her pack was a very small one, they had everything they needed in the pack, and even low omegas like her never had the privilege to step outside the gate. Storm stared at the buzzling cities, the big houses, hoping her mouth wasn’t hanging open.

Such an innocent action, yet blood headed straight south, and I felt my cock jump. The sound of tapping against the mic had both of us turning our attention to where Alpha Xander stood towards the front of the room, “I hope everyone is enjoying their evening. It’s been a pleasure to host this years Gathering. At the stroke of midnight, we shift and run beneath the light of the full moon to bring an end to this absolutely amazing evening. Thank you all for joining us and I look forward to hosting again in the future.” Tonight marks another year without Onyx. Another night without hearing his voice or shifting beneath the light of the moon.

Storm Academy, Utah **August 2032 – Evening, Dean’s Office, Storm Academy** The sun has long set behind the peaks, leaving the office lit only by the soft blue glow of Celeste’s desk lamp and the occasional flicker of storm-lightning dancing across the windows—Remy’s idle element responding to the quiet mood. Celeste leans back in her chair, the signed Nico Black file now sealed and in the outgoing tray. Remy perches on the edge of the desk, arms crossed, gold eyes watching her with that steady coyote patience.

We really do have a pretty good thing going here…so far,’ Zara chimed in. Why was my wolf being so supportive and ‘TEAM POD’ right now?! Before I could say anything else to Zara, I was interrupted. “Goddess kitten, you are intoxicating!” Onyx groaned, stretching and moving even closer, squeezing his head in between where mine and Colt’s heads were laying. I turned my head to him and saw his dark brown orbs, morning stubble, and wickedly sinful pouty lips almost nose-to-nose with me. “Hey, beautiful,” he grinned, leaning in quickly to softly press his luscious pillowy-soft lips on mine in a sweet kiss, “I can smell you all the way up here.”