Elliott Oswald Novels & Stories

My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties. “By the fates,” he adjusted the black rim glasses on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trailed from me to Keyleth and then behind my back. “Oliver, what brings you here b—” “We need your help, please.” His expression flattened out and he opened the door wider, giving us space to walk in. The wooden door closed shut behind us, rattling the floor boards. “Somehow, you always manage to find yourself in something” I let the body drop from my back down to the floor with a loud thud. I could give one fuck what happened to the wolven right now. My back w

My eyes fixed on the photo, at the girl looking straight into the camera completely unaware that someone would erase her from the world before she even learned who she was. “They told me your bodies were burnt to death and … I had no reason to question it. I was grieving. I was still recovering and the people around me at the time were…” He paused on that word. “They were people I trusted.” Jaxon leaned forward slightly. "Mr. Oswald... when you say the people around you, who exactly was handling things while you were in the coma?" Oswald looked at him for a long moment before answering. "Family relatives... a few trusted staff members... and my personal assistant." His gaze drifted to the ph

Frank and his father rushed towards them, still pointing their Glocks at them. "Hurry! Climb in!" Rudolph screamed, gesturing at Oswald to climb in the helicopter so that they could leave. However, Frank and his father were fast. They managed to come close enough to find Oswald before he could climb inside. Just one shot from Frank that didn't miss its target was enough to end him. Oswald dropped dead on the rooftop. Meanwhile, Frank's father aimed at the pilot who was about to take off and finished him off with just one shot.

asked the police officer carefully. Elliot was silent for a moment. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, and he said, "That's right. I killed Eason Foster." "Were you a minor at the time?" "I was." "Could you tell us why you killed Eason Foster? This news has blown up online and has had a negative impact on you. If you're able to give a reasonable explanation, we can help you with your publicity." "There's no need for that." Elliot rejected the officer's offer without hesitation.

Oswald smiled and held Elsie’s hand, she smiled back and moved to his side. The man was speechless and couldn’t utter any word, the men that surrounded them were also surprised. They didn’t know what to do next and looked in the way of the man, their guns still pointed at Elsie and Oswald. Oswald sneered and said, I knew you hand foolish followers and they have proved me right. You can be killed any second and they are still pointing their guns at me. Or could it be that you are only a middle man? They quickly moved the gun down, but then Oswald wasn’t satisfied and so was Elsie because she suddenly shouted in irritation,

But Oswald was persistent, "what if we do not find ours. What if ours doesn't come until we are dead? Wouldn't it be better to take what is in front of us now?" Oscar still refused. He asked his brother to stop talking about the human girl and begged that they return to their home. Oswald told his brother to leave first, that he would join him soon and Oscar did so. Hours later, Oswald came home with blood on his mouth. Oscar had asked him what happened and he said he killed the human girl's boyfriend. He had said he had seen the human girl's nakedness and could not resist having her so he had killed the boyfriend and kidnapped the girl.

Matthias clenched his fists, overwhelmed with the urge to kill, as he listened to Clinton's shocking revelation. When Wyatt left the Lowell family, Oswald's presence allowed him and his family to live a relatively comfortable life. However, after Oswald's death, the Lowell family tried to bring Wyatt back. He refused. From that point on, the Lowells sabotaged everything Wyatt attempted. He lost his job, and his elderly father was supposedly accidentally killed during a morning walk by someone the Lowells had hired. They also ruined every business venture Wyatt started.

Oswald's expression remained unreadable, his voice calm but final. "I need to get something." Nathan said nothing more, familiar with Oswald's unpredictable nature. The car smoothly shifted lanes, heading towards the mall. Minutes later, they arrived, and the chauffeur parked near the entrance. As the door swung open, Oswald stepped out, his presence instantly drawing attention. Nathan followed closely behind, already spotting a few cameras flashing in the distance. The whispers started almost immediately. "Isn't that Oswald Escobar?" "What is he doing here?" Paparazzi gathered quickly, their cameras snapping furiously. Unfazed, Oswald walked through the entrance of the luxurious mall with t

Archer unwound his arms and headed back to join his father. “I’ve never seen him this happy before,” Jules noted aloud. “I don’t think he ever allowed himself to be.” Cara’s brows stitched together in confusion. “What do you mean?” She asked, intrigued by where the conversation was heading. “Well, I’m sure you know about his past.” “Yes, a little,” Cara answered her silent question. “I think he always thought he deserved another life. I'll never forget the day me and Elliott met Zachary. Poor boy was covered in scars and bruises, made my heart break.” She shifted on the spot, wiping her face with the back of her hand.

It’s romantic, just like our picnic atop the mountain. At this point, I could smell my way to him. Alpha Wyatt has always smelled strongly of his cologne. I continue to follow the path until I come to a pedestal with a bouquet of flowers. There’s a note in the bouquet, it says, “Beautiful flowers for my beautiful little wolf.”