Novel & Cerita From The Corner Of The Oval

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.”

Today, he had chosen to sit at the far left. In the last row of the gallery, in the corner, sat Vivian. Her belly was fuller than it had been in the mines. In her hands, she clutched the handkerchief the old Omega had given her. She sat in the same seat for every amendment hearing: the last row of the gallery, the corner closest to the side door, nearest the exit. But she always stayed until the gavel fell. The Elder's ebony staff struck the stone floor. The curved stone walls threw each strike back.

Smiling, “thank you for the invite. I would love that.” Levi led the way through orchards of flowers that had a water fountain in the middle of each and a decoration of fishes in a lake on both sides of the corner where they took. “This is beautiful,” Lana complimented. It was serene and colorful. One could clear their head around the environment. She also noticed that there were cameras in every corner.

Olivia looked confused as I led her inside the massive facility. "Go-karts?" she asked, eyeing the track where small vehicles zoomed around curves. I shrugged, trying to keep things light. "Why not? Nothing clears the mind like a little speed and competition." For a moment, I thought she might refuse. Then, to my surprise, a tiny smile tugged at her lips. "I haven't done anything like this since college." "Perfect time to remember how," I said, guiding her toward the ticket counter. Soon we were racing around the track, the roar of engines drowning out everything else. I watched Olivia's face transform as she focused on navigating the curves, her emerald eyes lighting up with concentration.

Olivia races to check the building security feed, only to see live footage of her own office, right now, from an unseen camera. In the corner of the screen, behind her, a red coat moves out of frame..

I moved to the side to get a better look at her. We stared straight into each other's eyes, our faces very close, not caring if anyone saw us and witnessed what we were about to give each other. The positive thing about the place being full was that table. Despite having people nearby, the corner gave a compelling bubble that muted the reality of others. "Don't you like that I came?" I denied... Then I nodded. "Why did you come, Olivia? And just today, dressed like that?" I swallowed thickly, looking at what I could make out of her body. "By yourself..."

Oshey stepped away and rushed towards the parking lot. "Okay," Cornell said. "Women I will never understand them."

“I’m not going to test her on anything. I'm just going to ask her on another date, eventually she’ll reveal to me if I can trust her.” “And by then you will be too smitten with her to notice.” “Hey!” We both jerk our heads around to the distance yelling, “You all got to see this!” I’m hardly able to tell who the voice belongs to, but it was ushering a majority of people to the oval just outside. Through the window I can see Isabella and her posse of clones surrounding someone, and more students gathering. As they moved around I noticed who they were circling – it was Cecilia.

“Would you like me to?” I hesitated, then murmured, “I just want you to be happy.” Cole laughed softly. “I am happy, Evelyn.” And, as I melted into him, I realized—I was, too. *** I arrived at the square in front of the palace just as the final preparations for departure were underway. Servants bustled about, loading the last few chests onto the carriages, while guards assembled in orderly processions, conducting their final safety checks. As I stepped off the verandah, scanning the crowd for Leila and Aiden, my gaze landed on Oakley. He was leaning against a pillar, lounging on the railing with an air of indifference, watching the scene unfold with obvious boredom.