Sonic Oc Poses Novels & Stories

He really doesn't want Jasmine to do something stupid. 'After the competition Alexandra will be gone as she promised to Lima. I am sure I will never see her ever again.' "She danced this beautifully? AHHHH why am I seeing this only now!?" Lucus screams he sees Alexandra picture in corridor. "Seriously what's wrong with all of you!!? It's not even her. Look her face is not showing properly. That Omega Just hyping her." One of the Omega seniors said when she saw how the Alpna pup is getting excited after seeing the human picture.

It felt as though at any moment he would appear in front of me, ready to reprimand me or worse. In my mind, I imagined my body collapsing with a loud thud on the floor while my head rolled towards the door a grim testimony to my failure. But several seconds passed, he remained silent, doing nothing. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I didn't know how to meet his gaze directly, but when our eyes met, my heartbeat thundered in my chest. "This is curious," he finally broke the silence, his words unrelated to the topic . "You're an Omega, yet your scent is strong."

That made her change. -I want to see her. -Luvioc insisted, trying to pass to the other side, to enter the building. -She gave me this. -Goth took something out of his pocket, in his human form, he looked almost like a normal guy. He pulled out of his pocket a small object. Then Luvioc recognized it, it was a wooden soldier, his all-time favorite toy. One of the few toys he wanted to play with. It was very detailed. -He said he wants you to leave. That you're a bad influence on your brothers. -Goth looked him straight in the eye.

That same man was now sitting on one of the curved velvet sofas at the back of the club, directly opposite the stage, his arms outstretched along the back of the couch, one leg crossed over the other. Smoke drifted up from the cigar in Oscar's right hand, his other hand tapping along to Britney. The light from the shimmering disco ball reflected off the thick gold chain at his neck, his lemon shirt unbuttoned and open in a V, exposing a smattering of dark hair on his chest. The sleeves were neatly folded up to the elbows, another trademark-Oscar thing, as were the gold sovereign rings he wore on both hands.

“Our patrons love a soft, graceful omega.” “I want to see my daughter.” My stomach churned at her words. “Please, where's my ..” “You'll both be on display together.” The man sneered. “Dont worry, mommy. The audience loves a matched pair.” “No, no.” I shook my head furiously, as he reached for me. I backed up a couple more steps, but all he did was come closer. “Dont touch me…” The rest of my cries were interrupted by a loud sound. He ripped my shirt from my front in one quick sweep, exposing me to the freezing air.

Jon replied and I childishly stuck my tongue out at Troy over Jon's shoulder. Stacy yelled at Troy and he finally put her down. "Can I ask why you are picking the girls up like a caveman?" Jon asked and Troy smirked. "Cause they said I couldn't" he answered and I rolled my eyes. Suddenly Dad walked in and we all bowed to him. The room grew somber. "Hi, Daddy" I said as I hurried over to hug him and Troy nodded to him. Dad looked stressed and I used my Omega power to help calm him. He kissed my head.

Except he was the person on the bike that night. “You’ve been following me around?” I narrowed my gaze, my fingers curling into a fist. He dipped the phone back into his pocket. “Let’s just say I take an interest in patients before treating them.” “I’m not your patient.” “Not yet,” he said, still calm. “But if I were to release the pictures and tell the world that you are becoming an omega. Imagine how the press would ravage it. ‘Tom Rivers is becoming an Omega for Gerard Vance, the man who created the Omega drug so Alphas could fall in love.” He paused, staring at me. “Beautiful headline. Do you think your father would like it?”

Unknown P.O.V "That fucker almost broke my arm!" A very dirty-looking man cries hiss as he thinks about his encounter with one of the badass omegas he has ever met in his life. "Who did this?" the man sitting at the computer desk said after puffing out the smoke from his cigarette. He sounds boring as he looks at the man. He is sure about some badass Alpha kick his man ass.

His laughter slowly died down as he looked at us again. “That’s what everyone believes which suits us just fine.” He scratched his chin. “We formed an alliance with an Omega Centre. Legally they can only do so much to help omegas in trouble. That’s where we come in. We protect omegas from danger, and make them disappear if we have to.” His eyes darted to mine. “We don’t hurt omegas.” “How do we know that you’re telling the truth?” “I’ll show you if you decide to accept our help.”

"Tell me whose child he is!" "He is mine," a deep, booming voice interjected. Oscar Wayne stepped off the wooden patio, his heavy boots hitting the cobblestones with a solid, echoing thud. He stood right beside Amora, his broad shoulders easily matching Duncan’s physical size. Oscar’s expression was hard as granite, his own dominant Alpha aura rising up like a solid shield to push back against Duncan’s crushing presence. Oscar reached down, naturally and comfortably resting his large hand on the small of Amora’s back.