Owen From Drop Dead Diva Novels & Stories

Star mutters, not even blinking, like she’s seen that alternate universe already. “Nope. He won’t.” I shake my head slowly, decisively, staring straight ahead like I’ve already lived through this plan and everything worked perfectly. “Imagine what he’d do to keep the fact that he slept with me quiet,” I say, lowering my voice even though no one around is listening. “He’d behave. He’d listen. He’d stop tormenting everyone on my command.” Milla presses her palm to her forehead and sighs so dramatically she might as well flop onto the floor. “Okay, but… why are you THIS invested? You’ve hated Owen since…”

Her gaze flicked between me and the man, reading the tension, piecing it together faster than most would. “Gideon—” “Sit.” This time, she did. Reluctantly. Carefully. Like she was stepping into something she already didn’t trust. Good. She shouldn’t. I took the seat across from the man. “Name,” I said. “Rafael,” he answered quickly. “Rafael D’Souza.” His voice shook. It irritated me. “Amount owed,” I continued. He hesitated. Ashton would’ve smiled at that. I didn’t.

Noah None of us realized that the killer wasn’t dead. The shot rang out before anyone could react. Owen had thrown himself in front of me, and now he lay in my arms, bleeding. The world around me blurred. I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Owen, stay with me, please,” I whispered, my voice trembling with fear. Tears streamed down my face as I held him. How could this be happening? Just moments ago, we had been fighting for our lives. Now, Owen, who had protected me, was dying. The realization that he might not survive sent a wave of despair crashing over me.

Her hands were dirty, and a broken brick piece fell from my shoulders. Darlene cackled loudly in delight when she saw me in my state. She held her protruding belly in her hands and laughed like a maniac. "You're such an evil witch, Gianna! How dare you forbid Colton and I from seeing each other? "Don't you know that Colton doesn't want to talk to me anymore because of all the fusses you've been kicking up? If it weren't for you, I'd have been Mrs. Skye long ago! I'd be so rich and wealthy that I'd never have to work a day for the rest of my life! I'd be living the life of a socialite!

Lukas mumbled while rubbing his nose and looking down at the dead body of the male Death Row Infantry-man. Olivia never took her eyes off of Lukas’ face. “Don’t worry about him. He can’t hurt you,” Olivia told Lukas. She never looked down at the soldier, and she kept her gaze on Lukas. She breezed her fingers across Lukas’ small face. Olivia had an utter disgust for Death Row Infantry-men, and she hated disguising herself as one to make her prison escape. Watching her daughter get killed by another Death Row Infantry-woman haunted her every night.

It was so much information for my head that I couldn't think clearly. “Don't grieve like that, it's always a sad thing when you learn something... You know, the affair. -said a young woman, she must have been about my age.” I hadn't noticed her before, she had beautiful shoulder length brown hair, honey coloured eyes and a round face. She had a friendly smile, she had to be another Omega reject like me, I could feel it. My instincts were developing much better than in the past. It gave me more confidence.

He still won’t let me live that down. But they don’t measure up. “You just gonna stand there with your dick in your hand?” Owen comes up behind me. I turn, cocking an eyebrow. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “It’s basically what you’re doing.” Owen runs a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it out. He was hooking up, that fucker. “If she wasn’t so damn good at telling us apart, I’d make a move, have her think it was you, and force your hand.”

Oliver had been at a disadvantage, his expression incredibly grim. I was the one who had quietly reviewed the contract, pointed out several clauses that could shift the leverage back to his side, and ultimately sealed the deal that very afternoon. Unbeknownst to Oliver, the client had actually recognized me as one of the Principessas to the Rinaldi family. I had let him believe I was merely a barista making just enough to pay my bills. After all, a woman like that was much easier on his ego. … Early the next morning, Oliver's mother, Ophelia White, called. The first thing she asked was not how I was doing, nor whether I had settled in or needed anything after the divorce.

~ DARIUS ~ The bourbon burned going down, but it didn't calm the storm raging inside my chest. I stood in my office, staring at the phone on my desk. Thorne's voice was still echoing in my head, the way it trembled when he described what happened at Draven's gate. Alpha Thorne, a man who had fought in three territory wars, reduced to a shaking wreck by an omega girl. "Darius," Selene said carefully from the doorway. "You need to calm down."

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.