Oliver Twist Novel Summary Novels & Stories

The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kind of hate that could snatch her everything, and it did. Right at that moment, one of them knew this hatred was going to change their fate in a way that none of them had ever expected. The hate had twisted their fate, before any one of them could fight for it.

He turned, eyes locking on Caspian. The boy’s smirk was precise, almost surgical. He moved with an effortless confidence, stepping closer than expected. Without a word, Caspian’s gaze fixed on the flyer in Oliver’s hand, and with a swift motion, his elbow brushed against Oliver’s side. It wasn’t violent, but the impact knocked the flyer out of his grasp, sending it fluttering across the courtyard. Oliver stumbled back instinctively, heart racing, breath catching in his throat. A fragment of the momentum he had built cracked. He felt disoriented, like a sudden jolt had disrupted his balance. Nearby students froze mid-step, watching, sensing the collision of tension and subtle intimidation.

Oliver scoffed and went on his way. Elsa saw Oliver kill warlocks by breaking their necks, casting death spells on them, and crushing their bones until they arrived in a room with a large grimoire floating in the center of a circular wildfire. Elsa hurried forward to the book, but Oliver grabbed her arm and drew her back. "This is the difficult part of this plan. If you contact it, you'll burn down to ash in a matter of seconds." Said Oliver. Elsa heaved a sigh. "How about you go grab it then?" She questioned.

As I walked not looking up, I collided with a strong well-framed chest, I fell back waiting to fall on the ground but fell on a strong warm arm . I opened my eyes and all the colour drained from my face. ~**~ Thanks for reading ❤️ Do make sure to give a follow. Wanna join my writing world, then give a follow on Facebook group "Um_royhan books". You won't want to miss out the latest updates... Thank you ❤️

Walking towards him, his eyes snapped away from the interaction and quiet conversation Aunt Aurelia and Father were having to me. “Were you not also dismissed?” A boyish smirk appeared on his face and I stopped dead in my track, feeling hot all of a sudden. “I don't think it works that way, Oliver.” I tried not to think too much of the way he said my name. My eyes met his finally and he held my stare. I could sleep to the smell of Citrus and wood now. Internally groaning at how he managed to make me fall into a trance, Stella sneaked into my thoughts.

I choked severely. I coughed as I tried to remove his hand from my neck. He was squeezing it so tightly. I thought I was going to die but he let go of me eventually. I coughed so hard as I tried to catch my breath. The man stood up. I watched as he went out of the room. I do not understand. What is happening? Who is that man? Why does he look exactly like Greval? Is he his... twin? My mind was suddenly in a complete disarray. Something does not feel right. Something is going on...

NATHANIEL POV. It was written in the stars that all of this would happen, meeting Olivia falling in love, running …but at times in life, there is always a twist . That twist—that moment when the unexpected happens and this was just that point in life. When Jane had told us everything, it was shocking to everyone that had listened. I could never have been more proud about this period in time, this time when for once in the race we had an upper hand. Her father was never going to see one coming—Wizard, Warlock or whatever he is—this was beyond what would ever happen.

Heavy. My eyelids felt so heavy as I tried to open them, and that smell, I cannot stand such a foul and putrid smell. It smelt of death and destruction and it was one of the worst smells I have ever encountered in my existence thus far. I couldn’t hear anything for a few seconds, and then bit by bit sound slowly crept back in. Screams from all over, what is wrong with th- OH that’s right! The plane crashed. My thoughts immediately focused on Candice, and my eyes flew open frantically looking around the wreckage. This just shouldn’t happen to people and yet ever since I found out my time here on Earth is almost up, strange things have been taking place. “CANDICE!”, I yelled her name hoping s

he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. The flight home was long, and somewhere over the ocean, the quiet of the cabin made it easy for the words to slip out. I told Alf everything. I told him about the first night I met Aleksander, how an innocent date had turned into captivity, the accusations of romance scams, and the impossible contract that followed. Alf listened in silence, his face unreadable, though I caught flickers of disbelief and something heavier beneath it all. “Do you know the nephew who did that?” I asked when I finally finished, my voice low.

It revealed Faye and Warren's plan to lure me into bed, get me to drink the spiked drink, and how Warren's assistant took Mindy, disguised as me, away from the restroom. The living room fell into a heavy silence when the video ended. Faye collapsed to her knees, completely drained. "Well, that's the full extent of my revenge on your wonderful daughter," I said, smiling at Mom, though my vision blurred. "I've called the police. They'll be here soon to take her away." Dad's face went pale, and he trembled slightly. He reached out, trying to pull me toward him. "Dree… Faye's the one who wronged you. But you know, your mom and I have already lost her for so many years…