Outer Banks Wattpad Novels & Stories

Charlie asked as if just now picking up on the sobbing and moaning. "Sammy and Sydney." "Again," she asked, half way between annoyed and sorrowful. I just nodded. It wasn't exactly rare for someone to be crying down here, but Sammy and Sydney took it to a new level. It seemed like their watery blue eyes were always leaking tears, their chapped thin lips always coated in snot, and their small heart like faces always flushed red. It was excessive and bothersome, and any pity I felt for the two has long been dried up. Yeah, living here as an omega here sucked balls, but crying was just going to make you choke.

A variety of a dozen or so tents litter the small clearing. A small group is gathered around a fire, far off to our right, on the edge of the clearing, consisting of three Omegas Cody, David and Tony, and an Elder, Alazaer. The Omegas are each holding a glass beer bottle and seem to be taking turns trying to get Alazaer to laugh. However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face.

"It's only interim anyway. Hopefully this will all be over soon, and we can get out of here once it's done." "And in the meantime?" Johnny raised an eyebrow. "In the meantime, we continue to gather evidence against Nathaniel and his men while getting this pack back on track." Lucas replied. "We also need to find that fugitive and the missing girls." "Well, funny you should mention the runaway fugitive because I have a name." Johnny smirked. "I sent you his details just before I came in. His name is Omar Rivers. Twenty-seven and was assigned to guard duty. Looks like he might have been a packless wolf or a rogue up until about a year ago when he ended up here. He has had a few run-ins with lo

I guess I’m going to have to stick to the blood banks and the volunteers for a while. “I’d so very much appreciate it if you didn’t do that again Matt, it’s hard enough taking care of the others, but when you’re hurt, its torture.” I look at Onyx and see tears in her eyes, I pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her waist. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to, I don’t know how it happened, trust me if I can help it, I won't do it again.” She looks at me as a tear slides down her face, I wipe it away with the flat of my thumb. I cup her face, and press my lips to hers, “Thank you baby for saving me again.” I say against her lips. I feel her start to melt into me. “I love you Onyx, with everyth

he shakes his head, grabbing a few documents from the side and reading through them, paying no attention to me anymore. I stay quiet and the trip takes 20 minutes when we appear in the docks, one I’ve never seen before, and I can guess why I’ve never been here before, my sandals hit the gravel pathway as Leonardo walks ahead of me and I follow behind patiently, the docks are lined with the largest and expensive yachts I’ve ever seen in my life, I walk forward catching up with Leonardo, what are we doing here? I thought we were going to sign the documents. “And you assumed it would be in some office? He stops brows raised

I can't live my school because it's the only school that get dark-side books in it's library in my town New Orleans. I frequently used to go to library to read about story life of past oracles so I went against Mr John's advice by sneaking into the library to read my favourites untill I was banned not to enter the library anymore. Even though I was banned but he had forgotten that I borrowed a book from the library weeks ago which happened to be the darkest one called The Black Cults because I was eager to know how the black cults kill the Viper in that book.

I threw the phone against the wall, the plastic shattering. “Her phone pinged!” I didn't even wait to hear what he had to say next. I ran to Drake's side, shoving his large body away, the screen of his laptop staring back at me. He didn't seem to be offended by my rudeness because he just continued talking. “We've got just one bar and thirty seconds and then her phone is dead again. They're at the outskirts of the town, somewhere around the abandoned old-meat packing district…” “The slaughter house no one used since the eighties. The same one he took her when he burnt that tattoo into her skin,” I said, finishing for him.

Hamilton Walton should have called me by now. By this time, I should be hearing his voice telling me everything went as planned, that the job I gave him was finished. The magazines and news outlets should already be buzzing with the story of Osborne’s death. The entire North should be whispering about the end of Silver Crest’s heir. But nothing. Not a sound. Not a single whisper. That damn boy. That cursed bastard keeps surviving, keeps ruining what I’ve been crafting for years. How many times will he slip from my grasp? If only Osborne would just disappear, everything would finally align.

I said, and the chair creaked under the weight of my temper. “Then we use that.” He slid a dog-eared city map out from under the stack of takeout menus and flattened it with his palm. “Warehouse district has three hunter-friendly docks. One with municipal cover, two private. All of them camera-light if you don’t mind blind angles. We can’t use your phone—it’s compromised, and his burners are probably ghosted.” He looked at Sammi. “We use the shop.” “O’Rourke & Finch?” she said. “They’ll help.”

A legal path to control an Omega body and any child connected to it before the Omega can object. Everett stands, unable to sit with the paper in front of him any longer. He walks to the window and looks down at Riverton. From this height, the city belongs to men like him. Towers, bridges, harbor roads, hospital roofs, and private clubs hidden behind membership walls. Somewhere below, Finn is moving through that city without Everett’s jacket, without a phone Everett can trace, without the protection he refused because Everett’s world had already given him reason to run. He had thought the engagement was a complication.