How Old Is Oscar In On My Block Novels & Stories

More hair came loose in his hand. For the first time, real panic hit him. 'How? How is this happening?' Rebecca knocked again. "Bro? What's taking so long?" "Almost ready. Just another minute." Oscar braced both hands against the sink and stared into the mirror. He had only recently celebrated his birthday. The face staring back at him did not belong to someone that young.

Oscar pulls away from me, and before I know it, he’s on the step next to Frederick. “It’s okay big guy, you got us now,” he says, patting the side of his leg. I can only grin at that, he’s always been so empathetic and he doesn’t like to see anyone cry alone. “And who are you exactly? A mere child with absolutely no fear,” Frederick asks, amused. Oscar’s face lights up as he looks over at me. I proudly smile back. “I’m half of Hannah’s personal protection badass goon squad,” he proudly boasts, making Oliver snicker.

There’s definitely more to her than I realized. Curious, I turn to Oscar. "How old is she? She’s tiny." He laughs. "Yeah, she is. But she’s only 14, so she’s not that small, considering..." Fourteen. Thor’s reaction is immediate, a sharp growl of frustration echoing in my head. ‘Four years until she feels the bond?’ The thought digs at me, an irritating ache that’s hard to shake. Without thinking, I lunge at Oscar, needing an outlet for this growing tension.

"Well, I wish you a pleasant evening, Romelius." After saying that, Mandy turned back to continue her chat with Oscar. "To be honest, I plan to stay in the country for a while. If you're interested in collaborating, we should set a time to talk more," Mandy said. Oscar was in his forties, but he took good care of himself. He looked nothing like a middle-aged man. Instead, he exuded a magnetic charm combined with a touch of worldly wisdom. He was humorous and witty in his conversation, making him very charming.

“Is Cameron gone?” “Yeah.” “What did he mean by ‘second in line?’” I shot her a look. “Help Rachel with her bath. Stop asking so many questions.” It was Oscar’s birthday today, and he had invited us to dinner. It would be a casual gathering. I decided to take Rachel out for breakfast and buy a gift for him at the mall. Older men were easy to gift. Ties, belts, and wallets were suitable, but I wanted something more unique. So, I thought about what Oscar would like.

The guy chuckle before taking a seat. "All of you guys are really sussy and dirty" he chuckles. "So...... Aria, I'm guessing you have a lot of questions" he said. I sat comfortable on my chair and look at him. "Who are you?" I asked, he smiles brightly, so cute. "My name is Oscar Hamilton" he replied. Oscar? Oh my goodness, he's the guy that Ocean's mom said was coming today to help us out. "Oh....." But then his powers, those powers are the most creepiest powers I've ever seen. "What are you?" I asked.

I distract myself with the cup of tea she offered, not knowing how to comfort her. It's better to let her cry her ass out. Heck, i didn't come all the way to baby sit and old lady. "How old is the boy now?" i ask when it seems like she's done crying. "Oscar is just eight..." The ring from my cell distracts us, as i excuse myself. It's an important call. Another bloody meeting with Ricco. There'll never be an end to it until I do something. I walk back in, ready to bid her farewell. I didn't get to extract as much information as i expected.

Fortunately for me, I don't have any children you can sell to Blake to save your own scrawny neck, so if it's all the same to you, I'll still decline the offer. Oscar adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves, which had been rolled up to his elbows, showing off his hairy arms and the gaudy, chunky gold link chain on his wrist. 'Far be it for me to say, sweetheart, but I don't think you're in much of a position to be declining an offer of friendship right now. You look like you could use all the friends you can get, considering your situation.' He huffed an irritated sigh. 'And what's with all this Mr.Turnbull shit, by the way? I've got to be honest, I've never much cared for anyone calling me anythi

"As soon as I take care of Diana's situation, I'll make it up to you. I promise." But when he arrived at Diana's apartment, what greeted him wasn't a damsel in distress—but a woman lounging lazily on the sofa, sipping tea like she had the whole world on a string. A smug little smile curled at the corners of her mouth. Oscar's face darkened with fury. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you seriously insane?" His voice erupted, sharp and unforgiving. "Do you have any idea what day it is today? It's your sister's birthday!"

“Sorry, but have we met before?” Oscar’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Yes, actually. At the club. I was the one with your friend, the redhead.” My face lit up in recognition, and I let out a small laugh. “Oh, you’re the guy! Right, now I remember.” “That’s me,” he laughed. “But I must say, your friend is something. She is very stubborn, but that’s what makes her captivating. I’ve not been able to stop thinking about her.”