Owen Windbreaker Novels & Stories

The Wardrobe Update was dated three days ago—the exact price of the Givenchy dress she was currently wearing upstairs. The air felt thin. Owen hadn't just invited her back; he had been funding her life with pack money. Money that was meant for our people, our schools, and our future. I grabbed my laptop and marched toward Owen’s office. I didn't knock. I slammed the door open. Owen was sitting behind his desk, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a stack of files in the other. He looked up, his brow furrowed in annoyance. "Eleanor? It’s nearly midnight. What now?"

said a voice, and I turned back to see whose it was, but without seeing her face, I could identify that voice anywhere. "! Owen!" I said, looking at him with my best smile; he looked gorgeous, he was wearing his dark blue, royal suit, inlaid with steel gray, a ribbon with his royal crest covering part of his chest with the colors of the Caranthir house, blue and silver, his sword which was an ancient relic of his family, his red hair like mine was tied up in a silver ribbon, which made him look even more handsome. He came slowly towards me and took my hand in his. He brought it close to his lips and kissed it tenderly without taking his eyes off me. He made me remember that 12-year-old girl,

When I stood back up and turned around, I was face to face with Owen. He was wearing nothing but a pair of expensive looking swim trunks and even more expensive-looking sunglasses. I couldn't help giving his body a once-over, realizing that he must have women do this all the time. He grinned as if he knew exactly what I was doing, and instead of feeling embarrassed, I was glad I had looked.

It was satin with a lace layer over it and I paired it with my fancy boots I only wore out and a denim jacket. We all met out front of the main house and Owen wouldn’t stop staring as he lightly smiled at me. He looked handsome as hell in a black felt cowboy hat and a dark blue button-up shirt. Damn he was sexy. I couldn't help but smile at the way he looked and tried desperately not to try to bite my lower lip at the sight but it happened anyway. He reacted to my reaction by smiling even brighter. He enjoyed that I reacted that way.

I felt completely exposed, completely vulnerable, and incredibly wet. Owen’s breath hitched as he looked at me. He didn't waste any time. He kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his flannel, and threw his shirt aside, revealing a chest that was broad, covered in hard, defined muscle, and dusted with a light trail of dark hair that disappeared into his waistband. He looked like an absolute god standing in my shabby apartment. "You are so beautiful, Rubes," Owen growled, his hands coming down to grip my waist. He pulled my back flush against his hard chest, his thick erection pressing hard against the small of my back through his jeans. "So fucking beautiful."

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.

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.

"I need to contact someone." She nodded and proceeded to the guest room. Sara Owen opened the closet door and examined the neatly organized clothing. They were all lovely, and the majority of them were never utilized. She opted for a black sequin cocktail mini-length dress. No backless, no shoulderless, or thigh cuts. It featured long umbrella sleeves and a deep v-neckline. She put on minimal makeup and went out. She looked around and realized her husband would have probably battling with his tie collection. She entered the master suite.

He did not want to feed his mind with dirty thoughts because he was sure he wouldn't get to stop once it got started. "You can use your clothes from yesterday with a shirt on top, wear a cap, and get into my service truck as quickly as possible. We will get a set of working clothes for you in your size," Owen cleared his throat before he replied. "I also need a few sets of underwear," Izzy smiled sheepishly. Owen rolled his eyes. He sighed deeply and drank his coffee in one gulp. It was already turning cold but just warm enough to drink.

She rolled down the window and waved at me. Simon then said naturally, "Get in. I'll take you both home." When he saw my eyes fall on the passenger-seat sticker that said "Girlfriend Only," he frowned, somewhat impatiently. "Gem has a bad back. The passenger seat has more room. You can sit in the back this time." Look at that. He remembered every little thing about Gem. He remembered her bad back. He remembered her cramps. But somehow, he could never remember the old injury I had from moving all the heavy furniture.