Oscar Books Novels & Stories

My phone buzzed again. Oscar sent me a photo. It was the design sketch for the earrings. Beside it sat a brand-new finished pair. Oscar: I made a new pair. The craftsmanship is better than that of three years ago. You can be the judge of that the next time we meet. I stared at the photo and subconsciously smiled. Me: Okay. ... Oscar arranged to meet me at an old bookstore. He said it was his mother’s favorite place to go. The bookstore was not large. The shelves reached all the way to the ceiling and were packed full. The air smelled of old paper and dust.

He half heartedly apologized as his laugh came to an end. “So, you’re apparently going through the same thing I’m going through. Heat”. Dario said, looking into her eyes to gauge her reaction. “But I’m not a wolf”. She says, looking like a confused puppy. All Dario thought in this moment was how adorable she was. “Yes, but you’re not a creature we even know anything about. Trent and James had read it in this book. He said as he handed over a dark green, hard cover book to her. This left her wondering why all the books, and information they found on Oscuras, were always either in black on dark green, but she swallowed her question.

As soon as a drop of his blood touched the box, it opened and the book was revealed. "What's that?" Tasha asked Damian. "Every semester, books are revealed to guide students on where all the supernatural studies will be taken from, it's like a guide for all the test and exams we would write concerning supernatural studies" Damian explained and all of them listened keenly. "Does Jordan do this every semester?" Ashley asked. "This is the first time a book is locked with the Oscars bloodline, the previous one was from the witches in the West Coast it was called the way of life and it was unlocked by one of their witches in this school" Damian explained and they all nodded their head in realizat

Oscar's popularity was at the level of a cockroach—everyone wanted to step on him verbally. All he heard was their anger, but what could he do? Even if he understood their points, what options did he have? Class 3-F was beyond his control. He had forcefully taken charge of something beyond his capabilities, thinking he would be better than Logan, but he couldn't do anything at all. "Hey, Bon. Our library has over 10,000 books, right? Time to get some fuel for our fire! What do you say?" "Fine, whatever," Bon replied noncommittally.

Logan said and stretched his arms in the air as he yawned. “You have to start training, Demetrius.” “Demetrius?” “Yes. We'd call you Demetrius or do you prefer to go by the name Trady which means Tragedy. “Demetrius it is then.” Oscar nodded. Oscar held a pile of books in his hand. He walked towards Logan and dropped the books on the table, then held out one to Logan. “These are books about vampires. I thought you may want to read it.” Oscar said as he pointed at the pile of the books. Logan took the book that he held out to him.

Moira kept it impeccable organized chaos with a dash of charm. A few minutes passed before Oscar found me and dropped into the armchair opposite mine. It was becoming a habit, the two of us quietly orbiting while Lila and Henry disappeared into their own little world. Whenever those two were together, you could set the building on fire and they wouldn’t notice. “So… Mauros, huh?” Oscar said, stretching out his long legs. “Yeah. Thought she might like the library,” I replied carefully, keeping my tone neutral. Oscar smirked. “Cayden still living up there then?”

I'd know that woman's penmanship anywhere. 'Then where is it?' demanded Blake. 'Where has it gone? How can it be blank? It's not possible!' 'Give me the book,' Oscar said, gruffly, as he marched over to where they stood. Taking the Gospel from Juliette, he turned it over in his hands, before opening it up and looking closer, raising it to his face until his thread-vein nose was almost touching the pages. Pulling back, he held his hand over the first page, hovering about an inch above. His fingers twitched. Then he smiled. 'Good ol' Lily,' he whispered.

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

“Well to the Torres residence, featuring a wall of books, three containers of toys, and a grand piano.” Oscar spoke in a light and joking tone, motioning dramatically to the space around him, as if presenting all of it to Doctor Jones. Bo smiled brightly, looking at Oscar from over his shoulder, “I love it.”