Osora X Arias Novels & Stories

If nothing else, he could get through dinner with his mother without falling apart. He hoped. — Mason – The office lights were dim, the blinds drawn, the low hum of his assistant’s heels fading behind the closed door. Mason Dorsey leaned back in his leather chair, swirling his glass of bourbon with slow, thoughtful turns. His gaze lingered on the photo of Aria on his desk—a candid snap he’d taken of her last year at the community fundraiser, laughing, her face lit by fairy lights. She was a fucking prize. And lately, she’d been slipping.

For someone like Amaria -who isn't a mage like Teresa and Dove nor a mana using swordsman like Elex - she wouldn't stand a chance with a Horc, boost or no boost. The Horc opened its bloodshot eyes and gazed directly at Amaria making eye contact with her. Amaria gulped as she felt the intense bloodlust aura coming from the Horc. It roared hysterically and charged toward her. The mysterious figure snapped his fingers and Amaria fell to the ground.

Tears pricked my eyes, but I refused to cry. “Please,” I mouthed to Orion. I didn’t plan on dying today. I didn’t survive seven years of torture just to be killed to prove a point to my father. “That’s enough!” Orion’s voice came. “Orion,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder at him. “She’s my bride. Now let her go, Aria,” he ordered, and she gasped, grip loosening around my neck. “Orion, you can’t possibly be…” she stuttered, glancing at me and him. There was a moment between them, obviously mind linking each other.

Niel Arvesso. It was apparent from the video that Orion hadn't rested. He addressed some internal matters within the Arvesso Group before turning to offer apologies to Tanya's family. "As many of you may be aware of the recent public discussions regarding personal matters involving myself, Orion Arvesso. First, I'm sorry if this has caused any stress or confusion at our company. We know it's raised questions and might have made you doubt our organization.

' Sombra was right as usual. I pulled her shadow door forward watching her slip a shirt over head. She's too damn beautiful to be shifting into her siren that causes her to lose her clothes. Some as.shole is going to watch her like a sick perv. "Sorry, you had said you were done." Ares apparently is that sick perv today. I felt my blood boil with Bane's phoenix fire inside me. "It's fine. I was done. It's just a bra Arie, don't freak out on me." She shoved his shoulder lightly. Is she flirting with him?

"Does it mean that you are going to help us?" "I knew it. You didn't come here just to admire my good looks." Sadness clouded his features but still trying to manage to look cute. "This is so fucking awkward. Why the hell are we going to travel all the way here just to admire your perfect face?" Oslec said with a sigh of irritation. "You said that I was perfect? I'll take it as a compliment." He is full of himself. "We need a few drops of your blood," Aria bluntly said.

OSCAR I leaned forward, elbows heavy on the desk, nodding once toward Ghaza. “Answer it.” He hesitated, eyes narrowed as he glanced at the caller ID. “It’s Orion,” he mouthed again. That name alone soured the air around me. My jaw tightened, hands folding slowly. Last time, Orion had strung us along with false hope, only to ask for a ridiculous sum of money in exchange for fabricated information. I hadn’t forgotten the arrogance in his voice or the smug silence that followed when we found out it was all a sham.

Aria took a seat on the couch as she acts like she doesn't care. "What do you want now?" I asked as my eyes remains on Aria. "It's rude to look at someone's future wife" he said making me look at him again. "That's right, we are getting married, we decided to stop by and hand you an invitation" Aria drops and invitation on the table before getting up. I try to control the anger I'm feeling right now. "Ocean, calm down" Oscar whispered. I nod. "Okay, we'll be leaving now, adios" he said before they both disappeared together. What the fûck is she planning to do.

For the first time ever since she discovered that she was a weaver, Aria was shaken. Beside her, Orion looked tall, his wolf – towering and tall – stood proudly behind her. Saliva dripped from his exposed fangs. His growl was so deep, it vibrated in the bones of everyone there. He did not know why Aria was suddenly stumbling around, but he also wasn’t one to regret a gift, so he did the only thing he could. He lunged.

“She deserves some time away. Book an hotel and stay there. Then I’d like to talk to Ariel. She can chose where if that makes her feel calmer.” “I will tell her that. Thank you Alpha Osiris.” “Thank you Troy. Now go take care of your mate.” He replied. “You know she’s my mate?” I said stunned. Alpha Osiris laughed, “I am not blind and Jara told me. She wanted to make sure I was okay with you training her. Now, Troy. I need to go to bed. Goodnight.” “Maybe he’s less scary than you thought?” Orlando said. Alpha Osiris had been really friendly and more outspoken than I was used to. Normally he would speak to me in short sentences, hardly showing any emotions. But I didn’t interact with him much