Suna X Osamu Novels & Stories

The sun finally came out of its bed and smiled splendidly. In the camp Augusto woke up from a beautiful dream he had with Soraia and smiling promised - I won't abandon you, my love - and took a picture of her that he kept under his pillow and looked at her - never - and kissed her. Back in town, Amy in her bathrobe and towel wrapped around her head smiled at a picture of her hugging Soraia and laughing.

Sunny, who was sitting next to Xante, did not feel there was anything to be shy about at all. He put his arm around her and said, "Are you trying to compete to see who can act more lovey-dovey? Well, I can guarantee you'll never win against us!" Xante pushed him away in disgust. "Don't drag me into this!" Sunny was used to her treating him that way, so he simply shrugged and said, "How am I supposed to compete with them alone?"

Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

It was a confirmation that the graft was not just stable but thriving. The ceremony was interrupted by the arrival of an outsider from the northern tundras. She was Suna, an elder from the Wild Ones, her fur a snowy white, her eyes the color of frozen moss. She didn't bow to the Alphas; she walked directly to the birthing stone and sniffed the air, her nostrils flaring with a clinical, predatory focus.

Why did they worked together if it ended up with something unwanted? If that wasn’t the case, it might be worse. “Did Osman and Reiley ever cross paths?” I asked aloud, more to myself. “Not that I could find,” Cyan said. “Jessen-Keith and Osman’s ventures may have bumped up against each other in business, but no obvious ties.” “No obvious ones,” I echoed, my voice tight. “Do you think…” Cyan hesitated, leaning a little closer to his screen, “…you think Althea’s parents died because of this?”

After the door shut behind him and the butterflies let me go, I collapsed back on the couch. "Wow, so," I glanced over at mom who was sideways to my vision. I flip over so she was right side up and I watched her attempt to pick the right words. "Alpha and Omega, Omega to Luna." Like a water faucet she started to cry, I stand and tug her into a hug.

Atticus said with a slight growl. "TONY!!!!" Jax yelled into the air. He took a step further away from us and yelled again, "Tony it is I, Jax. I know this is unexpected but I have a favor. Please show yourself, Tony! It is rather important." Glancing around, I didn't see anyone except for us. "See Atticus it's a trick. He can not help us." I said with a smirk. "Jax, what is the meaning of this?" Atticus questioned. "Just wait. She will come. I know she will come." He assured. After a few minutes with no sign of this Tony person, Atticus began to grow impatient. "Wait, what is that?" Someone broke the intense silence. "I told you she would come. She always comes." Jax said with a huge smile.

“An Omega? Is this meant to be a joke?” Grey said to himself, staring at the window. “I’ve made my findings and that’s what it presents, your mate is an omega." Theo; the man Grey sent to make Inquiries said. Grey sighed and chuckled, was the goddess trying to play a prank on him? Does she spite him that much? His thoughts ran wild but he hid all these underneath his cold and stoic look, there was no way he'd let anyone see him worried or tensed. He inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply.

A minute passed, then two, then, one by one, the assault team came out of the house, most likely declaring the house secured. Joseph wasn’t sure, what with the distance and the enemy covered in combat suits, but all of them looked a little relaxed after. The perimeter team still stood guard but it looked as if their air of violence stepped down a notch. The assault teams left their formation and were wandering randomly about. He knew this was the right time to strike. Some philosopher of war or some such who lived a few hundred years ago, would have approved of this timing were it not for the fact that Joseph would be killing one of his descendants. To attack the enemy when and where they le

He glanced at Sierra again, like he wanted to speak something, but realized it probably ended in fights. “… Speak already,” Sierra glared at him; she was also relaxed, with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Xion figured, while waiting the kid to wake up, it might be better if he just spoke with the woman. “So… you’re having the Sun’s blessing?” He started the conversation awkwardly. “Hm.” “There’s no records about that kind of blessing too,” Xion pondered; really, the woman beside him was just full with mysteries. “Yeah, I always good at leaving without trails,” Sierra answered.