Oliver Twist Audiobook Novels & Stories

He asked sternly if he would talk if we kissed. "Of course, look at that," Oliver says, takes a bite of ravioli from his plate, then licks the ravioli and stares at the scene, trying to figure out what the hell he's doing. he will. "Open your mouth, little one," Oliver says, bringing his fork to my mouth. Killed by what's happening and unable to think, I open my mouth and grab the ravioli. "Mrs. Sarah, Allison ate a sloppy ravioli, but don't worry, it was with my slime and I'm clean, I don't have any diseases and everything is fine, she's safe," Oliver says, looking at my mother with the cleanest face in the world.

Oliver whisked me away to the side door and I stumbled as soon as the cold nigbt air hit me in the face. Taking a step away from him, I slumped against the side wall, half hidden in the shadows. But Oliver didn’t give me a reprieve, he stepped closer until he was pressed against me, and then he whispered, “Just so you know, little lamb, that wasn’t my punishment.” . ____ A. Gupta

Rudieloff retaliated. "She will be very pleased my prince." Oliver replied with a smirk across his face though a few misread it as a fake smile. “ah! Yes, so Oliver,how did you learn to read the seasons? What you do is quite impressive” Alpha George pressed, clearly intrigued by the talent. “I watched the land, listened to those older than me at the farm, and practiced. The land speaks if you know how to hear it,” Oliver said, the tone carrying quiet authority.

Isabella snoozes in the chair, arms folded, chin on her chest. And then— A shift. A noise. The sound of fingers moving slightly against the sheets. My head jerks up. Oliver’s eyes flutter. His face twitches. His lashes twitch again, then lift—slow, disoriented, but aware. I shoot up from my seat. “Oliver?” His lips part. A hoarse, cracked sound escapes. Then a whisper: “I know who hit me.”

Oliver's POV I had stood by the courthouse wall and watched the grownups make small faces at each other. My shoes squeaked on the tile. I wanted to say I wanted to go home to my room with the dinosaur sheets, but Dr. Hartman said I had to practice. "Oliver," Dr. Hartman said. "When I ask, say the sentence we practiced." "Okay," I said. My voice felt like a marble in my throat. Miss Vivienne leaned down. "You can look at me, sweetheart."

Oliver start to fidget in my lap not liking where this is going. "Whom? Whom?" he ask almost yelling the words. "Don't yell Oliver" i scold him. "Then whom???" he ask frustrated. I decide to tell him quickly like taking off a bandaid. "The twins are moving in for the summer" "Huh?" he ask confused "The masons " i say and all hell break lose. Oliver jump off my lap screaming and crying, i tried to hold him back but he kept pushing me before he left the room.

“All I want is what rightfully belongs to me. So hand over the spell book “he demanded and Winnie laughed sarcastically. “Even if I give it to you, it will be of no use to you. It can only be seen by those who deserve it. Your mother was so angry with you and her spirits will make sure that you don’t t get that land.” “Idiot, I am going to kill you right this minute and that spell book will be mine” Oliver wouldn’t allow himself to leave without the crucial spell book. His journey all the way here would be a waste of time. Even if he wouldn’t be able to use it, he will find another witch. Surely it was all about chanting some useless words. He took out his weapon and before he could even

Oliver continued, his voice turning playful, "you need to take care of yourself. A nice, relaxing bath will do wonders for you, my love. And then we can indulge in some delicious food before we head out." Ava nodded, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. "Alright," she agreed. Oliver grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, my dear Ava," he said, his voice low and seductive, "And tonight, we'll have all the time in the world to explore those dark smutty books together." *•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*

I got up, and I heard a voice nearby. “You should be here. Your intention is purely evil,” someone said, approaching the room. “The voice seems familiar,” oh I should hide somewhere. I went inside the closet and closed it. “It’s not my intention. Iam just working for them. I should finish my task and you are interrupting me,” Chris said, entering the room followed by professor Alaric. What are they talking about? I should have not hidden here. I tried not to make any noise. “Whatever you say, I won’t let you get it.”

he swiveled me over and like a whiff of wind the slap landed on the side of my face by surprise. My head whipped to the side due to the force used to hit me. And it stung so bad. My head felt like it was under deep waters and my ears were filled up by them. Not only could I hear bells in my ears, I also saw stars. “You’re lying!” he screamed my chin forcedly trapped between his fingers, the grip so tight that I was afraid my cheeks were going to snap into two if he held much longer. “You were thinking about him again right? You were thinking about your secret lover weren’t you!?”