Wool Omnibus Novels & Stories

We ducked behind a mountain of stacked yam and cassava tubers, weaving through the thick smell of dried fish and fermented locust beans (Iru). Osiele Market was a labyrinth of noise. The "Ariwo" of traders shouting their prices. The honking of rickety white buses popularly known as "Danfo" and green taxis created a wall of sound that swallowed us whole. By the time we reached the far edge of the motor park, trembling and covered in the "dust of the highway," the pursuers were gone.

The other party was unsure if her young miss was just kidding her or if she really meant what she just said. "Yeah, I'm sure about that, Why? Is it that hard to make this one?" Audrey wondered why Sabel had that kind of look on her face. "Not at all young miss, I just can't believe that you will take a fancy to the cotton sheep's wool." "COTTON SHEEP??! You mean this one is some kind of wool harvested from a sheep?!" Audrey blurted out and before Sabel could even give her the answer, the vendor already did. He answered in Sabel's stead.

"Why didn't they have children?" Paul removed his scarf and wrapped it around Miranda's neck. He tilted his chin forward and asked, "Want to take a walk? It'll help burn off some of that food." His gesture felt so natural, as if he had done it countless times before, that it left her no chance to refuse. The scarf was a light brown—short and thin—but she felt its warmth as soon as it touched her skin. It felt soft and smooth. When she ran her fingers over it, she recognized it as llama wool. It was also referred to as the "fiber queen". It had the softness of cashmere and the shine of fur, with fibers that could be as fine as 18 to 19 microns.

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I opened the door to find a woman wearing a purple dress and was accompanied by someone. "Who are you supposed to be and what are you doing here?" She pushed me and entered the house and I was so tempted to just leave this house and never come back. The collar on my neck still stands and I can’t open it. A collar is a mark of ownership, especially for an omega. When an omega wears a collar that usually means that they belong or are claimed by someone. There was a sharp decline in the population of omegas in the recent decade. That’s why the government revised the laws and eliminated some of them which weren’t in favour of the omegas.