Owen From Jurassic World Novels & Stories

“Why are you so threatened by Owen? Is there something you are not telling me?” (No. I just don’t like that guy. Wait, why are you calling him Owen?) “That’s his name. I have to go, Jace. I need to get ready.” (Sure. Enjoy your time at the zoo.) “Thanks!” Regina was getting a headache trying to play referee between them. Now that Owen expressed his intentions toward her, she had a feeling he would not let Jason get in his way. That afternoon, when they came back from the zoo, Owen was already home, and though Marcus regaled him with all his adventures, Regina had a feeling that his eyes were on her the entire time.

“Where is she?!” “Sir, please calm down—“ “Where is Willow?!” The door to the exam room barged open and a very large, very pissed off Owen entered the room, looking like he was about to murder someone. His eyes flashed golden, like the sun—hot and deadly— and I felt Rune’s hold on me tighten. When Owen’s eyes landed on me he let out a breath of relief and his eyes softened momentarily, only for them to burn once more at the scene before him.

"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.

So the man was also a mean looking fellow. And as much as Owen hated to admit it, this particular robber intimidated him. But Owen knew he couldn‘t give into his fears. He was supposed to be the mighty and brave Irving Spencer who was nothing short of legendary in this town. So he had to act like he was Irving. And that was proving to be no small feat!

Storm didn’t even raise his head and asked, “Are you here to take over from me?” His best friend, Owen Wells, smiled and replied, “I am a lawyer. What do I know about the entertainment industry?” When Storm and Owen were on a school excursion, Owen nearly drowned, but Storm saved him. When Mr Orlando Wells heard the news, he nearly had a stroke. He loved his son, Owen, so dearly. To thank Storm for saving his son, Mr Wells took Storm under his wing and made him his godson. After high school, Owen studied law and Storm studied medicine. Owen was the best in the industry. Storm was a gifted Neurosurgeon. They were both very handsome, but Storm was more outstanding.

I enjoy them, really…as long as there’s no threat to my roof being torn off and my house turning into that one infamous barn scene from Twister. I go up the last step and ring the doorbell, readjusting Tulip’s carrying case on my arm. She’s a small cat but is surprisingly heavy when she’s being carried like this. Only a few seconds pass before Owen opens the door. He’s wearing a gray t-shirt and dark jeans. His hair is messily styled, and the perfect five-o’clock shadow covers his strong jawline. Light from the setting sun reflects off his chocolate eyes, and his whole face brightens as he smiles at me.

They haven’t been used yet. Toni was my bodyguard after Eren dumped me and moving closer to his place was favourable for him. He was able to have Tamara by his side. Later Tamara gave birth to a boy, Troy. Within a few days I gave birth to Eren. It was an amazing idea to move here. Eren is surrounded by wonderful people as well as I’m. He got his uncle, his aunt and even a little cousin to play with. If I didn’t have them around me, I would have definitely turned mad. They are more than family now.

I couldn’t work out why he’d be so excited to spend time with someone he’d first met only yesterday. Usually, both Ares and Owen were indifferent to the men around me. Why was Hunter so different? Hunter squatted down and lifted Owen up so their eyes were level. Owen wrapped his little arms around Hunter’s neck. I just watched, gobsmacked. Owen wasn’t as social as his brother. He liked science, medicine, and technology. Even his more normal hobbies – like comics and superheroes – were geeky. He never warmed to strangers this quickly.

Everyone except for Ruth and Iris, including Tim, William, Francis, and Quinton, froze in shock. Owen was known to be one of the top three martial artists in Seacove City and was never defeated, yet he lost to a junior within a matter of seconds.

“Tiny Wonders has always been about more than just toys. It’s about creating joy, sparking creativity, and giving children the tools to imagine a better world.” The murmurs died down, replaced by focused attention. Good. I had them back, and I wasn’t letting go. Then I saw him. Owen. Seated near the back, his dark eyes sparkled with barely concealed glee as he poked at his plate, feigning innocence. My stomach twisted, the pieces snapping into place. That look—it was the same one he’d worn when he swapped my phone’s language to French, grinning as I stumbled through menus for hours.