Oscar Delancey Novels & Stories

He's probably the only real friend I've made here. I change into my red dress in the bathroom - one of two nice outfits I scraped together for this job. Mrs. Maggie Lincorn, the owner, has strict rules about looking "presentable." The dress fits okay and shows off my figure, but the price tag nearly killed me. That's when they walk in - Weston and Declan, the famous Ayles billionaires. The whole bar erupts like a celebrity just walked in, which I guess they kind of are around here. They're young, rich, and look like they walked off a magazine cover. There used to be a third one, Henry, but he's overseas or something.

She had been such a fool! Odin climbed to the balcony which was just directly opposite Tracy’s room, his plan was to get a drink before he changed at 4 on the dot. He could have taken the normal entrance but he was not Ichabod. Everything was always normal with the man. It was insufferable! So he had done a little climbing. It wasn’t stressful at all, jumping from the ground to the balcony was as simple as taking a walk, except that, now he was staring at the little girl who was now awake and opening her window.

Lying because they fail to respect his words. His steps are steady as marching in his majestic way with the shining boots screaming royalty. A man handed the gun from the side and he grasped the gun in a swing and walked through the bodies. Reaching the majestic seat where two goons were present on either side of the chair he sat on it with his leg placed on the other leg's thigh, his hand resting on the armrest while the other hand thumped the gun on the land. His fingers opened and closed around the gun and rested his hand on it. As soon as he sat all the men thumped their leg to the ground and pulled the trigger of their rifles and swirled it to their finger and thumped it on the ground w