Sm Ongoing Novel Novels & Stories

For once, nothing in my life felt like it was about to fall apart. At the store, the fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered annoyingly. The smell of cleaning chemicals mixed with old hot dogs and stale coffee. I clocked in, restocked shelves, wiped counters, and nodded politely at regulars. Mrs. Ross asked about my mother. I said she was working too hard, as always. She told me my mother was lucky to have me. Later, an Alpha in a tailored suit lingered too long. He commented on my scent and asked if I was an Omega. I kept my voice flat and professional, handed him his total, and told him to move along. When he left, I scrubbed the counter harder than necessary.

CHAPTER ONE. Nova’s POV This evening has a cruel sense of humor. I realize that just as my car starts moving slowly, pushing me forward with every gallop. I watch as my car dies the way every bad relationship I’ve ever had does—loud, dramatic, and right when I need it least. Steam curls from the hood in a hiss while I sit behind the wheel “Perfect,” I mutter, hitting the steering wheel. “Absolutely perfect.” I lean back in my seat and stare up at the horizon. It looked like evening was setting. It would almost be beautiful if I weren’t stranded in the middle of nowhere with no cell service and a car that decided it was going to stop functioning.

Orion’s muscles clenched underneath his shirt. He arched both his brows, silently asking me to keep talking. “I am not Raya. My name is Sameen, and I was killed by a child and a jealous beta,” I revealed. “And I somehow miraculously woke up in this body. I’m glad to be away from them, but one thing still lingers in my heart, wanting me to return to their pack.” His brows knitted into a deep frown of confusion as he eyed me from over his thick and long lashes.

he paused, eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. "So please, don’t think otherwise." Imogen’s eyes brightened, and a smile curved on her lips. "Sure… but you owe me big time." ************* Snow flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the words carefully. She was clearly in the library. Since no one was home—her mom and dad were both busy with pack duties—she’d taken the chance to read. The book was about the beginnings of werewolves, their existence, and everything in between. Everything seemed normal, the same beats about being betrayed by a mate. Snow couldn’t help but softly bite her lip before shutting the book closed.

That’s why the government revised the laws and eliminated some of them which weren’t in favour of the omegas. It’s not that I don’t want to escape from here. He claimed me and my unconscious self recognises him as my alpha. Plus I don't have anywhere to go and even if I do escape, my friends can't. I sighed as I closed the door and I plopped down on the couch. I could hear the lady and Alastair arguing in the room but I didn't care. I was watching cartoons when the door slammed open. The woman stormed out of the room and pretty much ignored me. Alastair came out after a few seconds, he sighed as he settled down next to me.

But nothing about today had been human. I sat back, watching the way Novel’s hair seemed to shimmer with a faint silver light, even in the shadows. “My girl,” I smiled. I kissed her forehead one last time before stepping out to check the perimeter. The camp was silent; the battle was won, but the mystery of what Novel truly was had only just begun.

"He barely notices I exist anymore, too focused on Sandra and her training and whatever the fuck is happening between them." The last part caught my attention, confirmation that I wasn't crazy for sensing something wrong. "What do you mean, what's happening between them?" "Don't play stupid, Damon, you've noticed it too right?, the way they orbit each other, the tension between them that has nothing to do with healing techniques." She sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could smell her perfume, something floral and expensive. "But we're not here to talk about them, are we?"

So Omegas and Betas get ready it might be you who's the next Luna of their pack. This was another element that will add to my revenge. I only need to have a dance with this guy to make David go crazy. Once he sees I'm out of his reach anymore he will regret getting with Mandy. Slurping my frappe I quickly got up to go back home. Before going out of the mall I got a whiff of that cinnamon smell again. But this time ignoring it because I might bump into other people if I give it attention. 'Not worth my time

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But all through last year, Harold hadn't come across any, hence, found it quite amusing that there was one, in him and Wilke's room, smoking like it was a totally normal thing to do. Harold didn't think. “Yes,” he responded. “I think I am your new roommate.” “Oh,” the student said dryly as he stood up from the edge of the bed he was sat on. “You weren't to find me this way,” be continued, pointing at the cigarette that had a white, wispy smoke ascending from the bright red end. “It's… okay,” Harold stammered, trying to sound like a student found smoking in the school environment was something that happened everyday.