Owen From Drop Dead Diva Novels & Stories

My career flourished, and our relationship only grew stronger. Then, one day, I saw a news report. Victoria Quinn had died. It seemed she was crushed by massive debts she could not repay and ultimately took her own life. I felt a brief pang of emotion, but I treated it as nothing more than a news story. After all, there was nothing left between us.

“I, Ciara Joy Callaway, of the Crystal Lake, reject you, Alpha King, Owen Mars Drake of the Blue Eclipse, as my goddess-given mate.” Owen clutched his chest and doubled over, but Hunter and Theo caught him in time to prevent him from falling. Theo can visibly see something is wrong with me but doesn’t understand what is happening. “My King, we gotta go now. We got word people are panicking back home. They need to see you are alive and well.” Hunter grips on to Owen tightly.

he shouted again, and I began to wonder if this was the real reason I hadn’t let Diane leave already. “My name is Joel—and it’s a surprise I still remember. Owen, who saved a lot of y’all’s asses, stopped planned assassinations and rape cases, is here to get married to Marianna. Can’t you see how beautiful today is?” Joel continued, lowering his head as he handed the microphone to Owen, who walked toward him with pride and received it warmly.

CHARLOTTE'S POV I stared at Owen in confusion and he ran a hand through his hair as he took a seat beside me and held my hands. “I'm serious. Caleb found out first, then Ethan found out and he told me. That's what we were discussing that day. I know it's hard to believe but I have evidence and proof. You are the legitimate and missing daughter of the Davies.” Owen explained and I just stared at him like he was cracking a joke. “Don't you think this is a very expensive joke? What do you mean by I'm the daughter of the Davies? Like ‘The Davies’. Are you trying to mess with me right now?” I asked in annoyance as I got off the bed and Owen sighed as he stood up with me.

Then he walked in and darkened the glass wall. Fuck! Aside from my family, there was another person I had to get rid of so I could be at peace with Quinn. He was Owen Willow Drew, Alpha and heir to the Drew Law & Firm. He's a demon disguised as a helper of people. He's more dangerous than he looks from the outside.

For years I had been doing this, hosting a p**n party and requesting the sexiest of all girls just to see if there would be a change, but each time I met the same result. I slammed the door closed while my driver drove me to my concert. I’m King Owen, the popular music idol every girl crushes on. My appearance made girls scream my name at the top of their voice and others threw their bras at me on stage. Everyone wants to be my girl, but none I’ve seen so far met the criteria.

"Come here, my precious grandson. Oh, aren't you just adorable?" Owen snuggled into Irene's embrace, appearing perfectly well-behaved. However, no one knew that Owen had developed a pretty nasty personality under the influence of Simon's former flame, Yuna Grover.

He may be built like a Greek god, but there's no denying he looks like a beefed-up, muscle-bound geek. I suddenly hear the unmistakable sound of two sets of footsteps creaking down the stairs. I glance up and spot Owen strolling in with some girl in tow. And let me tell you, this girl is nothing short of ordinary. With her straight blonde hair and those dull dark brown eyes, she's the epitome of plain. Without wasting a second, Owen plants a quick peck on her cheek, and boy, does she hang onto his arms like they're made of solid gold.

Lilith only heard the stories, she could only read books and listen to tales told of the one Vlad Dracul who had the capacity to slay the world over, and in her it sank, she wanted a man like that, thinking Ray Vladimir would be the same. After it was made clear by him the Omega had his heart, she set her eyes on the next best, Vlad himself, she didn't want him to slay the world, she instead seemed a way to be with the most powerful man in history, in her heart she figured she can do what Rachel did for him, sooth his cold pained heart with warm lomore

But she wasn't her. "The omega is not her. Eudora is dead." This time, Draven's voice was low and threatening and held a hint of warning in it. Cantor knew it was best to leave the matter alone. Perhaps, he would bring up the topic again, but for now, it was time to dig into the background of a very suspicious woman.