Oscar Delancey Novels & Stories

The sight stole the air right of my lungs, leaving my jaw slack, and hands slightly quivering. My mind spins, as I attempt to make sense of what I am looking. Why in the world does Grayson have a room dedicated primarily to an unknown wolf that looks as if it could tear me apart in seconds? The thought makes me shiver. Tentatively, I wander into the room a little further. Up close, I can see the dead soul in the creature's eyes. Someone had to have been close enough to take a photo of this beast, and I can't imagine anyone that would be brave enough to do so. Unless Grayson is the culprit. I mean, this is his room...

It was a very simple silk fish tail with some criss cross on the collar bone area. I really liked the dress until my gaze fell on the price which stated ten thousand dollars and then I fell still. I had never seen ten thousand dollars and today I had my hands grazing on its fabric. I started moving towards the other dresses until I felt a hand on my back. "We will have that one" Ozymandius pointed to the silk fishtail. I opened my mouth to interject but until that time he was already gone.

Craig comes in, with a man that looks like a much older version of him, followed by a woman with blonde hair fixed in loose curls and a white fitted dress. I'm not sure what Mr. Adams is plotting, but I instantly feel like grabbing a few of those margaritas that Mr. Adams is pouring into those cups. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

Two months passed. Oscar, now completely isolating himself in David’s penthouse, spent his days sandwiched between running the rapidly growing company under his supervision and secret chemotherapy sessions for his worsening illness. He looked like a shadow of his former self, but he felt peaceful. Vengeance was fulfilled, and he awaited the day of his death calmly. That morning, as Oscar was sitting on the balcony, enjoying the sunrise and taking his medicine, the doorbell rang. It was Arthur Vance, who had just returned from the European operation.

Left to myself, I would have stripped it of those ugly-looking wall hangings. I was beginning to get a headache, standing there sipping fruit juice, which a dour Jazz had managed to procure me on Tanya's explicit instructions. Suddenly, the sound of applause; I turned as Tanya nudged Rachel and said, 'There's Delano. He would have been Harding''s stepdad if his mom had managed to keep her claws in him long enough!" Rachel giggled and said, "Yeah, I heard they had a torrid affair a year ago. But Delano's a smooth guy. Works his way through women like he was using paper towels or something! I heard he dumped Alice Smythe-Winston and took up with Senator Elly Gregory the next day!'

I responded a little guarded. "Mrs. Matthau, you shouldn't be alone, why don't you stay with me." I looked him up and down slowly, my face a mask holding back my disgust. He was dressed expensively in contrast to Kerrick and his father who dressed moderately. "I'm okay right here and please, I would rather if you just call me Delancy." I looked over to the balcony, the city lights overwhelming and allowing my mind to drift away in their beauty for a moment. I stiffened when I felt the man who was standing behind me slip his hand over mine.

She can tell you how and why it was done," Elsa said, looking at Lucian. "Not now, Elsa; we must do something about Garland before he takes the entire north," Lucian said, and there was a knock on the door. I knew it was Luke, so I asked him to enter. He entered with a parcel which smelled like something had died in it. It would be unwise to open it in our apartment, so I collected the letter from him, and we all went outside to open the box.

’ The fridge was opened and the light was blocked by a hunched figure. "Grandpa Lancaster?" Ecca's grandpa stood in front of the refrigerator with his head shoved in the thing. Khuraan was stunned as to why that old man was sneaking past midnight. Aro Lancaster, the pioneer of demon hunter organization. He was a feared name among the supernatural realm, every single demon knew his name. Dead or alive. Undead or a soul.