Sublime Oc Fair Novels & Stories

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

If we hadn't raised you, would you even be where you are today? "Now that you've grown wings, this is how you talk to us?" At that moment, Bruce stepped forward. He turned to the crowd and raised his voice. "Everyone, listen to what he's saying! "That orchard is right here in our town. The developers are offering twenty million for it. "Why should he take it all for himself? Why do the rest of us get nothing?" His words lit the crowd like a spark hitting dry grass. The hesitation in their eyes disappeared. "He's right! That land is in our town. We deserve a share!"

In Zack's mind, there was no longer room for belittling or discriminating, especially against omegas. He imagined a more positive shift in civilization, where everyone was valued based on their character and contributions, not their position in the social hierarchy. Zack wanted to abolish long-standing traditions—traditions that often led to hazing and mistreatment of those deemed weak. Instead, he wished to introduce a more liberal and open system, where everyone had the opportunity to grow and voice their opinions.

The moment Edmund saw who had arrived, his face turned deathly pale. Amy, however, still acted all high and mighty. She even dared to shout rudely at Mom, "Who are you? How dare you barge into the Alpha's room? Get out!" Mom sized Amy up coldly and said, "So you are that shameless Omega?" At the word Omega, Amy's expression soured. "I will soon become this pack's Luna. You'd better show me respect, or I'll have you thrown out of the pack!"

A nervous laugh rippled through those listening. Maren’s partner, Sia, wiped her hands on her apron and stepped closer. “We…we never thought,” she said, voice shaking, “that we could have this. Our own stall. Our own oven. When we applied for the permit, we kept waiting for someone to tell us it was a joke.” “They didn’t dare,” Talia muttered. Sia’s eyes shone. “They said—Mirella said—the law changed. That omegas could hold deeds now. That we could own a shop.”

The branch fell on my body, causing my transformation to disappear. I remained in my human form, bruised and battered. Breathing was difficult as the trunk crushed me. She smiled; her fur covered in blood. “You do not seem very smart” she said and laughed. “You fell into a very simple trap.” -Are you going to kill me? Why don't you break up with me quickly...” I began to say, annoyed that she was making fun of me. The Omegas learned to accept death when they were puppies. Because they did not stand a chance if an Alpha or a Beta opposed them, because we had zero ability to fight. I tried hard not to show him fear, I was not going to beg him to let me live.

“Perfect. Once I’m within those walls, Karl will not even realize the snake he’s welcomed into his den.” Maren hesitated, her expression troubled. “But… my lady, forgive me for speaking boldly. This is dangerous. The Alpha has eyes everywhere. If you’re recognized…” “They will not recognize me,” Rey cut her off, her voice sharp. “Uriel Alcide is dead. Burned. Forgotten. What walks into Karl’s pack now is Rey, a servant girl with no past, no ties, no reason to be questioned. My face, my scent, my aura, none of it is the same.”

"It's not like that." "Then what is it like?" I challenged, leaning forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, it sounds an awful lot like I'm just a task you've been given." Jace exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "Look, when an unclaimed omega shows up in pack territory, it's a big deal. It doesn't happen often. And when it does, there are... protocols." "Protocols," I repeated flatly. “Yes protocols.” He exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "If it helps…We volunteered."

Except you're working there or a royal, being there would sentence you to at least a month in the dungeon. “That doesn't mean you should treat her less of who she is.” Alexander countered. “If her mother wasn't a whore, I bet she wouldn't have been born. Her mother is the reason why Alpha Jarek resents the low ranks.” “That was a rumor.” Alexander protested. “It was the truth. I just hope she bonds with her omega mate just like her and gets the hell out of this place.” Jade rolled her eyes. As they left, they deliberately stepped on where I had mopped clean.

Ordinary Sunday sounds wrapped around an extraordinary conversation on an ordinary pavement. Osei straightened. Something closing off in him. The brief opening gone. “I want peace,” he said. “That’s all. I’m sixty one years old and I’m tired and I want what remains of my life to be quiet.” He looked at Damon. “I can make the Ryan situation disappear completely. The legal exposure, the article, all of it. No investigation. Clean.” He paused. “In exchange for the same thing I’ve always wanted. Quiet.” Damon said nothing.