Ot12 Exo Novels & Stories

Rex gently said. “Ok Rex. Tell Ty to count down from ten and get into action,” I ordered Rex, getting into Alpha mode involuntarily. Rex started the countdown for Ty and me. “Ten” “Nine” “Eight” “Don’t fuck this up guys” “Seven” “Six” “Five” “Brace yourselves !” “Four” “Three” “Two” “One” “Go !” Rex shouted in our mindlink and I scampered away from the mine field to go back to the boulder where I had left Ty while I could see the Guard change around Xador at the same time.

WILSON’S POV The video had been sent to me five times before noon. At first, I ignored it. I was in the middle of reviewing contracts when my phone buzzed again on the desk. Another notification, another message. Have you seen this? Bro… isn't this your ex-wife and your girl? Your girl is trending. My jaw tightened. What was going on? I picked up the phone and opened the video. The moment it started playing, my entire body went still.

Currently, Hanson was not yet one, so would he not be quashed when he met Zayn later? In spite of it, Xander sneered, “So what if he’s got Ossiumol-100? It’s true that Ossiumol-100 is better than Ossiumol-1, but it also means that acquired fighters who consume Ossiumol-100 will be in greater affliction! If Larson actually dares ingest Ossiumol-100, the pain he’ll be in will be triple what you’ve been through. Do you think he can grin and bear it? He’ll die if he fails to!”

The private investigator I hired overseas had sent the latest photos of Jasper. In the photos, he had his arm around Fiona. The two of them stood beneath the Nordvalen night sky, gazing up at the aurora together. He had once promised to take me to see the northern lights for our honeymoon. Work always came first, though, and the trip kept getting pushed back. Now, I finally understood. I was simply never the one his heart wanted. The oxygen mask came down over my face, and the agony spread through every inch of my body. As blood drained out of me, a cold so deep that it felt cellular crept through my limbs. Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins.

Exactly like the ones she'd watched being assembled in the emergency department that morning. Above the window hung a newly printed banner. AELION OX-CO HOME USE NOW AVAILABLE Naomi frowned. "...What?" A customer pushed one toward the checkout counter while another argued with an employee standing beneath a handwritten sign taped to the glass. SOLD OUT NEXT DELIVERY TOMORROW She looked across the street. Another pharmacy displayed the same banner. Then another. Her heart began to race. That morning had been the first time she had ever laid eyes on an Ox-Co. Doctors had crowded around it, asking questions because none of them had seen technology like it before.

I remained in that position for what seemed like forever before finally standing up. I picked up my laptop to work when a notification came in, and it read “Dear Ali Ltd, we hope this letter finds you well. We at REINE have been following your remarkable work in the industry and greatly admire your achievements. We believe that a partnership between two companies would be highly beneficial and create new opportunities for growth and success for both parties. We would love to cooperate with you. We look forward to building a lasting and successful partnership with you. From REINE. CEO: Zack Andrews.

He was still very hurt from his last encounter with Marissa. “Oh, Tristan is being modest,” Tina chirped, her voice like a sharpened flute. “He’s been working eighteen-hour days. He’s the visionary. I just make sure the ‘distractions’ stay out of his way. We’re actually looking at a private jet next month. Commercial travel is just... well, you all know how it is.” “To Tristan!” Marcus toasted, and the table followed suit. “To the man who actually made it. To the king of the Vance Empire!”

Perfect. I packed my hair up in a messy bun and then went to bed. I positioned myself in a sexy way as I waited for Brandon to come out of the bathroom. I wasn't afraid to go another round that night as I would never have enough of Brandon. He was different—the kind of calm man I had wished for. I picked up my phone and clicked on the photos application. I scrolled down until I got to a file named ‘my exes’ one by one, I began deleting their pictures, the memories of my time with them flashing through my mind like bad music.

“I don’t need extra security, Liam. It’s just a baby and—guess what?—I’m neither going to be the first nor last woman to have one. So you have to stop this OTTP, please!” What the hell is OTTP? I honestly hoped for once that she wouldn’t argue with me. But how could she not? It’s for her safety. I know without a doubt that Trey can make whatever we experienced with Anna look like child’s play. So the last thing I want is an unprotected Daisy, especially since our offices were so far apart. “What the hell is OTTP?” I asked, partly because I was baffled, but also hoping to distract her, and learn if it was something I could use as a joke later.

Adom quickly looked away and flushed even more. "Come on, let's teach you some other techniques." Sebestian chuckled and caressed his even bigger belly now. Adom leaned into him, and Sebestian handed him the gun back. Adom had gifted him this one; he even let Adom's name be engraved into it. He had never thought he would be happy having a gun. It was sleek black with a few golden details.