Owen From Drop Dead Diva Novelas e Histórias

"But I, my body feels like it's no longer able to move. I'm okay here, I'm already proud of myself. So, you don't have to worry about me," "What are you saying? you idiot! if you can no longer walk, I will carry you! I am very strong, so don't underestimate me!" Owen's eyes were wet, tears almost spilling down his face. Dante asks him not to give up, but now it is Dante who wants to give up. "Owen, I am not as strong as you or as tough and brave as Captain Gavin. I am a weak soldier, therefore the only place available to someone like me is the Intelligence Division. I am very grateful for the great opportunity that has been given to me, because of that ... "

"You have a client appointment, Lucifer." "I have canceled, Pa. Besides, how could I possibly have a meeting with a client, if my cute sister has woken up from her coma," said Lucifer. This is crazy. Really crazy. Olivia hopes this is just a nightmare. He didn't want to be called Celine. Even though it was clear that the look on her face was Olivia. Yes, Olivia Rawles, not Celine as they call it. Who is Celine anyway? ***

Mom watched me struggle with it for three full seconds before she stepped aside and let me. By midday I was buried in the ballroom, counting plates so my brain had somewhere safe to go. "Sixty covers, and Mrs. Okafor wants the silver re-polished by three." Della dropped a stack of napkins beside me, already sweating through her collar. "You'd think the Pope was arriving, not just him." "Don't let Victoria hear you say that."

"I dare you." Do you need help, Lucia?" Ivan asked. The woman—Lucia sighed and gently puts a cold yet soothing gel in my fresh wounds. "We need a healer, these wounds are deep along with the head injury." She said seriously. "I don't know what happened to Colton, I can't imagine him doing this." "I know why." She said and I felt a gentle gaze at me, even i can't open my eyes, my senses are awake. "This Omega had a extraordinary beauty. And his pheromones—it smells good."

She could still remember how she had fallen in love with him at first sight when she saw him for the first time on the basketball court. Owen had been dressed in his basketball uniform. He made every shot and single-handedly broke through the rival team's defensive line, captivating everyone in the audience. His fangirls screamed, cheering him on. Some of them also introduced him to the people who had just arrived. Owen hailed from Ruthbelle's Wendell family. He was also a famous figure at Asora University and a member of the Department of Computer Science. Unfortunately for everyone else, the campus heartthrob had been dating his childhood friend, Samantha, for many years.

Reina’s POV "I was never acknowledged in that pack and my house," I whispered, the words tumbling out like a confession of a crime I hadn't committed. "In my father's eyes, I am nothing but a sin, a mistake he’s spent years trying to erase. My mother gave her life just to force him to open the gates for me. I’m an Omega by birth, Damon. I’m weak. I have nothing to offer a powerful Alpha like you." I couldn't stop the flood of honesty. Ever since Zayne’s rejection, my mind had been a jagged mess of his cruel parting words. He had told me I was useless, that I could never be the partner a leader required. Those insults were burned into my soul.

She walked over and pointed sharply at the restrained anti-drug officers, naming them one by one. "Him. He's the new undercover cop—Jonathan Levy." "And him. He's a familiar face. That's Richard Booth." "Oh, and the youngest one—I think he was Tyler's junior? What was his name… Ah, it doesn't matter." Each time she named someone, Lucas' men dragged that officer out. The sound of guns being cocked was jarringly clear in the rain, followed by the ringing of successive gunshots. 13 shots rang out—not one more, not one less.

He handed me one, and I took it gratefully, downing half in one swallow. "We need to get rid of her," Owen said, his voice flat and emotionless. "If she has information about me being alive……" "Is that really what we should be worried about?" I cut him off, my voice rising. "Whether or not she knows you're alive? Owen, she has evidence. Real evidence. Medical records. Bank statements. Security footage of me assaulting her. And worst of all, she's engaged to a fucking billionaire who looks at her like she hung the moon."

“No. But definitely not for you, never with you. Believe or not but I care too much about you dumbasses.” By dumbasses, he refers to me and Killian. I doubt Killian feels the same way about either of us now. I grit my teeth, the sight of him looking defeated while holding his wounded lover in his arms in the ruckus I caused resurfaces in my mind. I will try not to think about him and any of it. It’ll only sicken me. “S wants you dead.” Owen says. My eyes widens. “Well, way to drop a bomb on me, Owen, thank you very much!” I scoff sarcastically.

“Careful, Tucker.” He only smiled, sharp as glass. “Careful is for men who live ordinary lives. I don’t.” He moved closer, lowering his voice. “You asked for my loyalty once. You have it. But I think it’s time we stop talking about the throne and start dismantling your rival.” Her anger softened into interest. “Go on.” “I have someone in Viremonthe’s camp,” Owen murmured. “A maid who keeps her ears open near Cris Orven and his betrothed. She’s already listening and is ready to feed me as soon as my next visit to her.”