Owen From Jurassic World Novels & Stories

A wide smile shone on his face, and wrinkles formed on the corner of his eyes. Abigail’s expression froze to see him, and her grip on Xander’s arm tightened. Her pupils expanded in shock. Owen Reid was the older version of Charles. His jawline, prominent cheekbones, sharp nose, and mostly his chocolate brown eyes under the black-rimmed thin glasses were so similar to those of Charles.

The door swung open and out stepped Owen, tall as ever. Seeing his familiar face, Helma's heart warmed. At last, a friend in Kundin. She swung her car door open and stepped out: "Owen." Owen locked eyes with Helma and walked right up to her, pulling her into a bear hug. Helma nudged him: "Ease up." Owen, however, clung on, squeezing a bit too tight. "I can't," he said, his voice muffled and choked up, "I've finally found you."

Aurora’s eyes sparkled with amusement, her body relaxed as she nudged Ian playfully after what seemed like a joke. Owen’s jaw clenched. Again? Before he could even process what he was doing, his feet were already moving. He shrugged off his coat, tossing it onto the nearest chair, and strode towards them. Aurora and Ian stopped laughing immediately, startled by his sudden presence. Without a word, Owen dropped onto the vacant couch, leaning back, his eyes trained on the television screen. His expression remained unreadable, but his body was tense, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

“I need your help, Mr Kian. My stocks have been seized and I can’t access my company card and benefits. I just want my family….” The door flung open and Paul walked inside with four security personnel. Shockingly a young girl walked out from behind Earl. She had beautiful eyes with dark chestnut hair, “Mister, please help my papa,” her soft voice came out barely above a whisper. A thick silence enveloped my office space while I stood still. She reminded me of Daphne, so much that I tightened my fist. It took every ounce of self-control in me not to visit Gex-luxury since I returned to the human world.

Olivia began whispering what she had learned about Karen; she wanted to grab Anaya's hair too much because of what she had attempted to do. “She's a Lycan! She couldn't snatch the leadership in my hands.” Olivia started crying as she finally realized that Leah had easily won against her. Her lips trembled when she saw how Anaya was getting investigated. She couldn't believe that Anaya had done it to her lovely daughter.

Owen, who Porter could see from the new angle once he'd entered Conway's bedroom, had emerald green eyes which had been hidden by thin-framed spectacles when he'd been out and about due to his poor diet and ill lighting conditions while being raised in a slave pit, smiled as he continued to react to his nimble pale body being jolted along the bed and reached out allowing his free hand to gently graze the pink head of Porter's average-sized cock. A hiss escaped the lips of the still-entranced Porter as he felt the soft warm hand of Owen move along his cock taking the place of his own briefly before beckoning for him to get closer. The eerie yellow-golden glow of Conway's wolfish formerly blue

A small voice says from behind me. I turn around to see a young woman with a tiny frame standing in the doorway. Her long black hair hanging over both shoulders, framing her face. "Who are you? I haven't seen you here before." "Sienna. I'm from Alpha Gregory's pack, or at least I used to be. I was an omega, just like you." "Oh okay. My name is Mark. Nice to meet you." I get up and walk towards her with my hand extended. She takes it, and clasps her other hand over mine.

What I don't know is their personalities though. Owen has the most deep ruby eyes I have ever seen. He has this dead look in his eyes that makes him look fierce yet sexy at the same time. His hair is pitch black, and so long. He wears it wavy, and I have seen it in a ponytail; it all looks divine. He is so tall compared to the three of them, and also the hugest of them. If ‘hugest’ is ever a word. I just cannot find the right words to describe him. He has these muscles that he doesn’t even sweat to show them off, they are just there. He looks maybe twenty years old or so, he isn’t that older than me. And I guess I am a little bit attracted to him more than the other two.

"And a werewolf." Owen nodded to Meira and then to Charlotte before focusing on me again. Funny, he was the younger, but seemed to be their leader. "I'm Owen, in case you hadn't figured that out." His smile was a sunny day, a refreshing walk in a warm rain. I adored him immediately. "And that is my sister, Trillia." "Trill," she grumbled. Owen flashed his very white teeth. "Trill. Zornov." Sassy hissed softly at the name, but didn't comment and Owen must have missed it because he went on. "It seems we're in your debt."

“I’m afraid, sir, we don't have so much time again, so I guess we have to quickly begin with the hard truths and not deceive with false comfort." Owen took over in his usual factual manner. Looking at him for a moment, it was beginning to become clear to me how much physical resemblance we shared. At first, I thought I was imagining it; it was terrifyingly similar—his face, his ears, his voice tone, everything—he was a splitting young image of me. Even his gestures were not left out; his tendency to always stick with the factual side of life, his love for order, and his fashion sense were also just like mine.