Sweetheart Omori Novels & Stories

Not only was she the queen of his heart but also the queen of his whole pack. "Very true, my queen," he concurred and placed his forehead on hers. Later that night, she was in his arms sleeping. Or so he thought until he began to perceive something very faint. The milky essence of coconut creamed the air and began to intoxicate Omar. As an Alpha, his body reacted quickly to the arousing and helpless scent. Oh fuck, he cursed. "Ro?" he called out. "Hmmm?" the omega who had become restless mumbled. "Stop thinking what you're thinking," Omar begged.

Macey and Omari talked about the werewolf stuff until they both finally went to bed that night. Macey really felt at peace that night and she slept holding Omari that night until it was finally morning. Omari was actually the first to wake up, and he could feel Macey's hand still wrapped around him. He smiled as he glanced at her face fully. Somehow he had grown to love this human so much. He never really expected something like that to happen before, but since it had happened, he was actually enjoying it so much that he didn't want it to ever end.

For some reason, that made me recall familiar blue eyes, glaring at me from across a table, and then staring up at me with heat and desire, as tears leaked from their sides. I cleared my throat, pushing the image aside and forced out my most charming smile as Eden turned to fully face me. “Young Master Hall.” I took his hand, bowed slightly and pressed a kiss to the back of it. He smelled like lavender and honey, unmistakably omega. “My name is Kao Mori. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Yes, he loved humiliating him and always taking him to the task. "Shut up will you?" Norman answered him "Well, I don't deny he's very cute, and look how cute he looks. He looks like cotton candy." His wolf was absolutely right. Omega did look like cotton candy and... Oh wow, in the information it says that the scent of the Omega is cotton candy and vanilla. Norman is not a fan of sweet things but for some strange reason, ever since he was a little boy, he always loved to eat cotton candy and spread his cookies with vanilla ice cream. Ah, just a treat.

"Honey. why is your smell getting sour!? I am here. it's ok. Dear.. Gulf chin up to see Mew, he sighed in relief when he saw his alpha still closing his eyes but his words made omega so happy and think in his mind "Did he call me honey and dear.God." Again Gulf's smell getting sweet. Mew began to stirr,he went to his mate's neck inhaled deeper and said in sleep " Now. It's sweet. You smell so good honey. Hmmm.."

"Even you are greedy to use what is not yours and try to make it yours. Just you wait I will take it all away, David Gray." *** "Are you home?" asked Olivia who had just opened her eyes after Andrew gave his lover a short kiss on the forehead. Andrew nodded his head slowly and had put down the grocery bag where he had bought some souvenirs for Olivia. "I brought Maple syrup for you," Andrew said smiling as bright as the morning sun. "Is that true?" Olivia had already smiled and then got off the bed she was sitting on and immediately gave Andrew a warm hug. "Thank goodness you're back. I was worried because you were in such a hurry to leave earlier. Is everything done in Canada?" Olivia asked

His skin took on a slight glow and the tips of his already pointed ears extended a bit sharper. Orion smiled, walking cautiously towards us with three ribbons. He braided the two black ribbons braiding them around our wounded hands. As he was slipping on the last that was made of a cream lace, I leaned in to place a kiss onto Mordecai's neck. The tip of my nose tickled the area above his collar bone and he gasped. I could hear his heart thumping hard and feel the stares we were gaining. Slowly I let my canines come forward and sunk them into his soft flesh.

Coerced into compliance, she reluctantly participated, and together, they cut the cake. With a facade of affection, he fed her a piece of cake. Subsequently, he carefully bandaged her wound, followed by an insistence to prepare for dinner. Handing her a shopping bag, he adopted a sugary tone, saying, "Sweety, get ready quickly." His words were coated with sweetness, obscuring the bitter reality—that he was a venomous serpent, injecting torment into her daily existence.

She was the only one in his life, the presence of appearance f any other person suddenly made her feel a sense of crisis. Ming frowned hearing what the girl spoke, his frown deepened when he saw Tofu trying to release her hand from his grip. He had seen that little girl since she was born. How can he not know that she was embarrassed, "Her sweat is much fragrant than your perfume."

"I missed both. Sex comes from love, and only you can fill my hungry stomach. Only you. You have no idea how wonderful you are, sweetheart." My breath hitched, and my heart raced. His hand quickly slid beneath my T-shirt, moving past my bra to cup and massage my breast. "Ah." He let out a satisfied exhale. "I missed this." I didn't dare struggle. After witnessing his incredible strength twice, I had learned that struggling was the height of futility. I just lowered my head and murmured, "But... but this is your office." "It’s fine as long as I like it, sweetheart."