Omegaboy Stories

He was never meant to look at her that way. She was his brother's alpha best friend - powerful, untouchable, dangerous. Eli, a quiet omega boy used to being invisible, never expected his heart to choose the one person he could never have. But the way Ava watches him... the way her presence makes him feel seen... starts something neither of them can stop. In a house full of alphas, secrets begin to breathe. Glances turn into tension. Tension turns into obsession. Because some feelings aren't just forbidden... They're dangerous.

After losing the only person who ever loved him-his grandmother-dramatic and sharp-tongued omega **Eren** discovers a mysterious painting hidden inside her room. The moment he touches it, his world shatters, sending him back to the 1990s. Stranded in an unfamiliar era with no way home, Eren crosses paths with **Selene**, a cold, ruthless alpha heiress whose life is already decided. Bound by family expectations, she's engaged to a wealthy beta she has never loved, trapped in a gilded cage where duty always comes before desire. They are strangers. They should remain strangers. But fate has other plans. As Eren struggles to survive in the past, his fearless mouth and dramatic personality constantly clash with Selene's icy composure. What begins as irritation slowly turns into dangerous curiosity, and curiosity becomes an obsession neither of them can control. In a world ruled by power, status, and ruthless family politics, an omega from the future and an alpha promised to another have no right to fall in love. Every stolen glance is a betrayal. Every secret meeting is a sin. Every heartbeat pulls them closer to a love that could destroy their families, their futures... and perhaps time itself. Some paintings are cursed. Some destinies are written in blood. And some love stories are never meant to exist.

The Origins of my new superhero, Omega Boy.

The same cold stone corridors. The same long lessons. The same Harry Potter appearing everywhere in that irritating way of his. Draco Malfoy was used to hating Potter. Hating the fame, the way professors looked at him, the role of hero that Potter never had to ask for. The problem was that, at some point, Draco was no longer certain that hatred was all it was. He began to notice insignificant details. The way Potter stayed silent longer than usual in Defence Against the Dark Arts. The way he tightened his grip on his wand when the Dementors appeared. The way that familiar smile vanished faster than Draco expected. He told himself it was nothing more than observation, a habit of studying an opponent. But that explanation did not account for why his eyes kept searching for Potter in the Great Hall without thinking. Harry Potter, for his part, seemed completely unaware. Or perhaps he was pretending to be. The third year passed with things left unnamed. Nothing was said, yet both of them could feel that something had slipped out of its familiar orbit. And what Draco Malfoy hated most was the growing realization that he was no longer sure he wanted to push Potter away.

A beta girl full of life ready to prove that her being beta will not stop her from climbing higher than anyone else. A omega boy who got swooped in the chaos of the girl and started to fall for her But what happens when the sparks between them refuse to be ignored? ( a story heavily inspired by many...and i write this because my mind can't contain her chaos )

Năm ba ở Hogwarts đáng lẽ không khác mấy so với trước. Vẫn hành lang đá lạnh, vẫn những tiết học kéo dài, vẫn Harry Potter xuất hiện ở khắp nơi theo cái cách khiến người khác khó chịu. Draco Malfoy đã quen với việc ghét Potter. Ghét cái danh tiếng, cái cách giáo viên nhìn cậu ta, cái vai trò anh hùng mà Potter không bao giờ phải đòi hỏi. Vấn đề là, từ lúc nào đó, Draco không còn chắc mình chỉ đang ghét. Cậu bắt đầu để ý những chi tiết vô nghĩa. Cách Potter im lặng lâu hơn trong lớp Phòng Chống Nghệ Thuật Hắc Ám. Cách cậu ta siết chặt đũa khi Dementor xuất hiện. Cách nụ cười quen thuộc biến mất nhanh hơn Draco nghĩ. Draco tự nhủ đó chỉ là sự quan sát bình thường, là thói quen phân tích đối thủ. Nhưng suy nghĩ ấy không giải thích được vì sao ánh mắt cậu cứ vô thức tìm Potter trong Đại Sảnh. Harry Potter, đến lượt mình, không hề hay biết. Hoặc giả vờ không biết. Năm ba trôi qua với những điều không được gọi tên. Không ai nói ra, nhưng cả hai đều cảm nhận được một thứ gì đó đã lệch khỏi quỹ đạo quen thuộc. Và Draco Malfoy ghét nhất là việc cậu không còn chắc mình muốn đẩy Potter ra xa nữa.

In the shadowed elegance of Victorian London, power is everything. Lady Evangeline Hawthorne-rich, feared, and born an Alpha heiress-has never been denied anything in her life... until she looks into the eyes of Casper, a quiet Omega boy sold into chains. Drawn to him in a way she cannot control, Evangeline claims him as her own-but desire turns dangerous when secrets from Casper's past threaten to shatter her perfect world. Their bond is forbidden. Their worlds are unequal. But their hearts? Already entangled in crimson silk. A dark, intoxicating romance about obsession, power, and a love that defies every rule. ---

Klara Gayatri gadis bertubuh tinggi 167cm, body yg cukup ideal dengan berat badan 56kg. dengan curu rambut sepundak berwarna coklat kehitaman, manik mata yang indah namun dingin. sebuah ke perfect an. zen Wijaya pria bertubuh tinggi 179cm itu memiliki wajah yang tampan bahkan nyarisss cantikkk. tubuhnya tak begitu besar namun tak kecilll kurus kering. ideal untuk di peluk hehe. keduanya memiliki pribadi yang berbeda dan sangat serasii. ... ... ... ... ... ... semoga lebih sering up dan yaa semoga ga ngaret seperti cerita lainnya ... ...

In a city where power is currency and mercy is a myth, Lucas survives behind a bar-soft, trembling, already half-broken by debts he never made. Then she sees him. Ariadne Wolfe, the mafia queen who does not love gently, does not want briefly, and never lets go. Taken as payment. Kept as possession. What begins as fear slowly blurs into longing, obsession tangles with devotion, and captivity starts to feel dangerously close to desire. This is not a love story born in light. It is forged in shadows-where control feels like protection, and surrender feels like fate.