Ortensia Oswald Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. “How is my wolfless omega doing?” “What do you want, Anita?” Roxanne asked quietly. The news I had just dropped, made her weak as it made me. “I wasn't speaking to you. The wolfless omega has a mouth to respond. Or has she lost her speaking ability? Ah, you are really unfortunate” “I can speak and I am not wolfless” I replied. I had a lot I need to do and speaking to Anita and her minors isn't one of them.

Sara replied. "Do you have an Omega that can come and train her?" Elder Summers asked. "We are looking for one now" Sara answered. "I may have one that could help you. My mate is an Omega and has become bored now that the kids have moved out. She could come and help." Elder Summers offered. "We would be honored to have her assist us" Jack replied with a grin. "I will speak with the Council and Matilda today but I think that everything should fall into place. Congrats! You have a new pack member and a new daughter!" Elder Summers stated and the car breathed a sigh of relief.

all his life it’s been from one bully to the other, the two men were just his new set of bully since last week Tuesday. Charlotte never put the thought of that man out out of his mind, and coincidentally he sat beside her in the biology class, his scent like wood and fur, and something else that screamed power, even she wanted to jump him, and his skin although black drew out his irises, but she could also smell his blood, and her heart pricked, she’s always hated bullies, and the thought that the huge man could be a victim irked her. His eyes once stopped on her and she stopped thinking, it was that beautiful. “hey wolf girl” comes a strong distraction, Alpha Andrews sister, the humblest pe

Alexander saluted, smirking. Alpha? Ozymandius gave him a hard glare and Alexander quickly got of the seat and vanished, but not before passing me a wink. I heard the back door open and Alexander layed down in the back seat. Ozymandius sat in the driver seat and started the car. I noticed how the sun shined brightly on him as if it was impressed by his beauty. He was wearing a black shirt, which tightly hugged his muscles. His posture was composed like always and he didn't wear any glasses. The sun was shining deep in his eyes, giving all its attention to him but he was not at all affected.

But she already met Alderon, the human wizard. “Ellaine?” Finrod stared at her, “You’re an.. elf?” The first thing she did was feel her ears. Yes, it was pointy just as any elf. But if she’s an elf and she can cast spells.. “You’re confused, Inwë?” Her opponent stood up with great effort. “That is because that Hristoax is both of elf and witch birthright. The one who possesses it shall be the first one to retain familial blood at the same time acquiring witch birthright.” She wiped the blood at the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.”That one should be mine!”

"The CEO told me that he needed these papers so go ahead and deliver these to him." Zen stood up from his seat and poses with an army sign adding with an, "Aye aye sir." He then takes the pile of stapled papers from her hands. "But before that." Emma says and then whispers very discreetly to Mr. Alfonso. "I know it's not my right to say this but Mr. Claude is very weird so please be cautious around him." Zen shot a curious look at her and was about to ask but Emma patted his back, ending their conversation, and gently pushes him away which simply made him walk away with questions in his mind.

I finally spoke sounding brusquer than I wanted. “Don't control her, Sanders.” Cindy warned me and then turned to my girlfriend “It's just soda, I was drinking vodka and we just made a round of tequila, but if you don’t want any of it, then there's a taste for everyone in here.” She explained shrugging to then extend the glass with the soda to Olivia.

The ghosts of my brother’s death still whispered in my ear, reminding me why I could never let go of my hatred. Ortensia stood at the entrance of the villa, dressed in a simple yet elegant outfit. The soft fabric clung to her in just the right places, accentuating her curves. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, slightly tousled, giving her an effortlessly beautiful look. She looked delicate, too delicate for the kind of world she was about to be thrown into. I raised a brow, crossing my arms over my chest. “Dressing to impress, huh, doll?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes like the spoiled little princess she was.

Ricardo completed the thought process behind her, "it's safe to assume that they have someone in Olympus too keeping an eye on your progress to recover the weapon." Dennis didn't take the accusation lightly at all as he stood up immediately to refute it in anger. "All due respect Mr. DiSanto but Olympus isn't Os Buscadores or a weapon smuggling ring," he said. "Every operative you find here is loyal." "That was what I thought about my colleagues too before they tried to kill me twice," Ricardo returned, daring him with a look to counter it again. Dennis met Ricardo's look head-on and the both of them stared one another down in some sort of mental wrestling match that always seemed to happen

Her black stilettos were enough to envisage her unapologetic display of authority and dominance. “A beautiful outi, for a beautiful occasion” I commented, and her smile was a proof that things were starting to get back on track with I and Gina.