From The Corner Of The Oval Novels & Stories

Jonas rolled Shem out in a wheeled chair and stood in the middle of the space with him. “Go on. Go stand beside Jonas while Shem is brought here.” Olive looked to her mate but he wasn't moving or even looking at them. He was looking at the huge tent tentatively. Olive walked past Cynthia towards Shem. The other lady drew in a sharp breath as Olive walked past her. When she looked back at her to see why, Cynthia was glaring with new rage at her, her eyes on her neck. Olive smiled.

Willow I stood in the corner, allowing my eyes the privilege to take in all the decorations and everything else. In the background, low music filtered into the hallway and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. It was nice, but what wasn't nice was the person who had set it all up. Olivia.

٠٠٠٠٠٠٠ --- Outside the meeting hall, the corridor felt colder than before. Olivia’s heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, each step echoing her frustration. Her hands were still trembling slightly, though she tried to hide it by clutching the edge of her folder. The murmur of voices drifted from a nearby lounge — laughter, light and familiar. Sophia’s voice was among them. Olivia paused by the corner, unseen, hearing the woman’s amused tone float through the air. > “He’s always like that in meetings — sharp, demanding. But it’s part of what makes him brilliant, don’t you think?”

To celebrate the festivities of Orlando. "Yeah. Maybe Asher will come too." I said with a smile. She clapped her hands happily. "Great! All we'll have to do is drop our pups to Sally and we're off to do makeover!" She said. I rolled my eyes looking down at Hazel. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Oliver stopped the car outside the entry of the Festival boundaries. Huge number of people went inside talking and laughing. I got out beside Amelia looking out at the open night sky decorated with lights.

She didn’t realize that the shooting was about to start. Elora walked to the table set in the roof's corner garden. A black-painted iron fence that curves in an S shape surrounded the rooftop garden. The vines wrap around the fence and hang down. Elora can catch the classic and classy vibes of this place, from the dim lights and the reddish-brown stone floors.

Ophelia studied him carefully. “What do you feel? Whatever you feel could lead us there.” “Pain,” Evans replied immediately and kept walking. Ophelia’s expression hardened, but she followed him. Evans reached the clearing, and the sight was unforgiving. The trees formed a circular shape around the clearing, as if they were silent witnesses, their branches twisted.

How cool is that? *** After the grueling tournament, things heated up again with the women's shooting tournament, which unfortunately also required a lot of concentration. Olivia, with a fiery spirit, had already put on her earphones and protective glasses, like an athlete about to compete in the arena. She held a gun ready to fire in her hand, and the target she had to shoot was a small apple that was arranged in a way that was difficult, like a challenge in a video game. Before starting, Olivia glanced at Zayden, who was standing in the corner of the arena with a sweet smile that could warm up the atmosphere and seemed to say, “Come on, you can do it!”

Nuel had retreated to his private quarters, leaving the pair a measure of space they had not enjoyed in weeks. Olivia wandered through the gardens, her eyes tracing the familiar paths but noticing details she had missed in the haze of fear and tension. The fountain, now glittering in the sunlight, seemed almost serene. Flowers she had walked past countless times revealed hidden colors and textures she had never paused to see.

She said in a deep voice and then began to laugh, and I had no choice but laugh as well, joining her madness. Suddenly, Olivia’s eyes headed towards a certain part of the store, their eyelids opening wildly from shock, and without waiting for me to follow her, she ran up there. It was one of those vending machines, Livie always had to get one of those plastic capsules. “Do you want a token?” I asked when I reached her side, she just nodded without taking her eyes off the plexiglass sphere. “Here” I said when I returned to her side, noticing her still in the same place.

“Mr. James has a rather bristly five o’clock shadow.” Embarrassed, Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut, blushing furiously and a few steps later, crashed hard into the back of her friend. Her eyes flew open. “Lily?” In front of her, Lily craned her neck, focused on something across the street. “What is it?” Evelyn followed her gaze, unable to determine what might be of interest in all the rush hour activity. “Over there. At Murphy’s. That’s Mickey.” Slumping, Evelyn sighed. “Oh for pity’s sake, Lily. Whyever would you care? Much better objects for your attention have presented themselves.”