Elite Tumbling Oak Creek Novels & Stories

Steve said grimly, “Sterling Creek will starve. And death will follow.” They pressed on, moving with purpose until they reached a hidden clearing cloaked in shadows. Sunlight barely filtered through the thick canopy above. There, at the center, stood an impossibly ancient tree—wide, towering, and pulsing with unseen energy. Its bark was dark and cracked like burned skin, and its roots twisted deep into the ground like the fingers of a dying god clutching the earth. At the base of the tree was a horrific sight: a pile of skulls, thirteen in total, stacked in a grotesque pyramid. Emma and Steve recognized them at once.

The man said in a rush. “Daniel, this is Cordelia Blackwell, she's helping Sheila. Now, there's a coffin in my trunk. Get it and follow me to the back of the mansion.” I wasn't sure what happened, but Daniel and Cadell both stared at each other, a silent conversation was happening between them. And I remembered reading about the mind link between pack members. Daniel's eyes widened before drifting towards me and bowing his head slightly. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Blackwell. My name is Daniel Braxton, the Beta of the pack.”

Its tiered gardens cascaded down to the dark water like a frozen waterfall. Inside, the "Shadow Auction" was in full flow. This wasn't the desperate, blood – soaked dirt of the Abyss; this was the refined cruelty of the elite. The guests – men in five – thousand – pound tuxedos and women dripping in blood diamonds – sipped vintage Barolo whilst bidding on the lives and legacies of those Vane had "liquidated". I stepped off the polished mahogany deck of the private speed – launch, my hand resting firmly in Franco’s.

Kevin said to me when I got out of the car. I stared at the building standing before me. Dakota Jewelries has an enormous building, this building is a three-storey building, but very nice. It's a glass-and-stone building. I walked through the front door into the lobby. It was very spacious, sleek and very intimidating. The floor was black marble, neatly polished. The ceiling was very high with crystal lighting features. I walked to the reception, and behind the desk was a massive brushed gold emblem of The Orelleve logo. A stylish O with encircling a silhouette of a mountain. That must be the dark mountain Kevin talked about. I thought, upon seeing the company logo.

She said, dropping then on the table. Bruce nodded and walked to the table and Olive followed curiously. He opened the first document and the Heading read; Olive MaxGold owner of MaxGold's Corp. Hmm, Olive MaxGold? Isn't MaxGold your name? Olive asked, with a confused look. From today, you're Olive MaxGold. Sole Owner of MaxGold Corporation. And you're currently competing with Dexter's Associates. Bruce said, leaving Olive shocked to the bone. What the!!! T. B. C Ivy ✍️

she replied humbly. The lady chatted for a while before someone else came. The Ashford group projects are all high end and are constructed at the prime locations of Silverstone. They also have undergoing projects in Harley and a few other high end destinations. After Tumbleweed's project, Esme became a known name among the elites, not only because of Leo, but also for her talent. What she doesn't know was that, Leo silently is tarnishing Russell's image, with just a single video, which Esme is not aware of.

Olympus. I scrubbed a hand down my face and let out a curse. This meant that Chief would need to postpone Aaron’s funeral. This also meant that the entire team needed to be on the same page when we went to the auction. Oylumbus was a warehouse that was transformed into an elite night club. Owned by the devil himself. Apparently Olympus was the best place to auction off humans. I shot a text out to my team before going over to the love of my life.

The bark was wet from the constant spray of the streams. “Most of us call it the Twisted Oak,” Rowan responded to him. “Its growth pattern was altered by the waters that sprung from the mountains into the Oasis. But look more closely.” Rowan guided Alex’s attention with her hand to the space between the trees. As he looked around he noticed that there was something carved into all four trees. On two of the twisting oak trees positioned opposite from each other, a series of small circles were carved into the bark. Each tree had six circles cut away in a hexagonal formation. On the other two adjacent trees were six more circles carved in the same manner, except these shapes appeared to be pain

Chapter 30: A Knotted Intrigue The Deep Woods, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... A cool breeze greeted a rather lust-addled Conway Rollins as he kneeled before the knotting tree the scent of vanilla wafting all about as he tried his best to struggle against the extending ramifications of his rut-induced desires. His cock was now hard and pulsing as it stretched past the confines of his boxershorts aching to be inside the warm slickness that beckoned it. His nostrils flared and he caught the all too familiar scent of what he had known to have been Porter Fulton as he rounded the corner almost as entranced as he'd been by the pollen from the overbearing knottin

Without a word, we walk away from Joslyn’s grave, leaving a part of our past behind, as the huge Oak tree that had been once our hang out spot stood guard at our friends grave, fulfilling her wish to stay in her most favorite spot, forever, for eternity. ****************************************** The End