Oscar Delancey Novels & Stories

He flashed Lauretha an apologetic smile after which he headed off to see who was ringing the alarm. As soon as he left, she exhaled out in relief, wiped her lips and pushed down her dress that had rumpled a bit. She was most grateful to whoever it was at the door. Lucas soon came back in with another man. Fabiano by name and equally tall. A decade before he turns a century old, second in command of the vampire clan, Lucas best friend and right hand man. “Hey Fab!” Lauretha waved. Fabiano grinned. “Fancy seeing you here, Lauretha. What are you up to these days?” they gave each other a bear hug and broke free again.

Diego’s POV The light from my laptop screen bathed my cluttered desk in a ghostly glow. I leaned forward, eyes skimming over the records I’d assembled over the past few days. Every bit of information I found led to something deeper, something darker than I’d thought. I thought I was on the verge of revealing Dominic for the criminal genius he was. But when I dug deeper, something else bubbled to the top. The name DeLuca. I froze. Pedro DeLuca was no petty mafia boss. He was a living legend in Rome, a man whose very name struck fear into the hearts of even the most hardened of criminals.

Harriet felt regretful that she hadn't noticed his affection in their last lives. Thankfully... Harriet felt touched. In contrast, the reporters were deterred and puzzled. They recognized Delbert as Harriet's assistant. 'But how could a mere assistant possess such an imposing aura?' They wondered. They had only seen such a bone-chilling aura from one person before. And the thought of that person made their skin crawl. Delbert Carlson was the richest man in Meawood City. He rarely took action. Once he did, it would be sensational. Darryl was nowhere near him.

Henry explained with the corners of his mouth turned up and the front teeth exposed. “Why would he give the documents to the third in command when I, the second in command still in existence? Why?” Oscar questions as he stood up, pacing back and forth. “Why would he give me his property documents a few minutes before his death? Remember he died in your office. There is something fishy about this.” Henry let out his mind as a smile spreads on his face. Oscar was so furious seeing the glamorous smile on the man he is torturing, Oscar paused as he fiercely stared at Henry.

"Pretend you have manners, okay? We're trying to impress these ladies." Oscar plopped his butt down on Misty's front stoop and, tongue lolling, tipped his head back to look at Denver, as if to say, See, I got this. One ear flopped over his eye, making him look a lot more like trouble than a canine gentleman. With a little prayer that the mutt remembered his training, Denver held out the gift bag. Oscar clamped the handle between his teeth and turned back to the door, his baseball bat of a tail wagging so hard, it swept the front stoop.

Take the edge off. Oscar's decanter of favourite brandy sat on the counter. That's for special occasions, Casey sweetheart , he'd said to me once, when I'd pretended to admire it, while all the time wondering who the fuck still drank brandy from crystal decanters apart from posh people and Colonel Mustard from Cluedo, four hundred smackers a bottle, that is, and a four hundred pound cognac isn't just for any old drinking session let me tell you, you gotta treat it with the respect it deserves.

Sarcasm dripping off every word. He lifted himself up further till his arms had extended. His gaze swept over my whole body. I knew what he would see, I was thin and toned. Little food with continuous strenuous exercise for four years had caused my human form to become lithe. I was noticeably dirty, I hadn't bathed in a few weeks now, as I hadn't come across a large enough body of water to do so. My body reacted to his stare. It was as if I could sense where his eyes were focused at any time. And right now his gaze was focused on my breasts, causing my nipples to immediately pebble. His breathing hitched as he watched them.

will endure things that you never had to before. I will watch Dalton make mistakes and watch you have to navigate through them.” He sighed and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. His blonde hair sticking up all over the place. I never really paid attention to Connelly, but he was a good looking man. Long and lean with just enough muscle. His eyes gleamed in the same amber color that everyone else in the pack had and he had blonde hair the color of the sun. He was tan and had scarring across his face. I wondered if all Lycans were tan, “What are you getting at, Con?” He looked out of the giant stained glass window that made a complete wall in Dalton’s office, “I questioned Dalton’s auth

But she stood still, thought for a whip and moved a step back towards the edge of her bed. “Whatever you wish.” Ozouf unbuttoned his winter coat, took it off, folded it slowly and deliberately. He placed it against the wall and walked away, holding his forehead. Grinding his teeth awkwardly, and hitting his lips against his teeth. His smile disappeared as he walked towards the dinning room. Phelan sadly, took off from her room as she quickly moved towards the yards of their small well-built house to affirm what she heard from her young brother Zeff. “Edon is coming?” She turned back in a panic but low voice as she asked. Running back to her room, picking her jewelry and putting it around her

Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"