Oscar From On My Block Novels & Stories

Just then, the door to the living room flew open and Oscar rushed in. Immediately, I walked over to meet him without waiting for him to come to me. “Yes. Tell me, were you able to get your hands on it?” I asked desperately. Oscar looked at me with an expression that I could hardly comprehend. “Does this mean you couldn't get it? Shit! I should have gone there myself!” “Tada!” Oscar said aloud, which startled me. Just then, he displayed a sheet of paper with a smile on his face. “How dare you trick me!” I quickly yanked the paper away from his grasp.

Maybe having children isn't their priority right now, or they’re not yet ready. "Oh, I assumed it was just me!" Oscar laughed. "When I attempted to phone her yesterday, I believed she added me to her blocklist, so I couldn't contact her." "I wouldn't be surprised if Olivia blocks you, you're annoying!" Rebecca, who was looking at Oscar, threw it at him. His laughter annoyed her more. Oscar grinned at this cousin of his, and he was already used to and immune to each and every one of them. Everybody is different from each other, having both positive and negative sides.

He was a few minutes late because he had seen the WhatsApp message from Jessamine and replied to it. His mood was the opposite of Noah's. He was glad she had left. Otherwise, she would have seen him lose, and to someone who looked as fragile as a sickly person, it would damage his image. Oscar walked in just in time to block Noah's way out. Samson saw Oscar coming in and, like a water boy, handed the freshly opened towel and water to Oscar. Oscar glanced at them and said, "I'm not interested in using things that others have used."

“Is Cameron gone?” “Yeah.” “What did he mean by ‘second in line?’” I shot her a look. “Help Rachel with her bath. Stop asking so many questions.” It was Oscar’s birthday today, and he had invited us to dinner. It would be a casual gathering. I decided to take Rachel out for breakfast and buy a gift for him at the mall. Older men were easy to gift. Ties, belts, and wallets were suitable, but I wanted something more unique. So, I thought about what Oscar would like.

Oscar got angry when he heard Trevor Fox and said, "What do you think I don’t know about you? You actually called me in the hope that I'll come there if you tell me that you’ve brought Rex's wife to my house and you get paid. But your coming is not being fulfilled at the moment. Because Rex's wife cannot be tested now. I'll play with Rex first then I'll taste his wife. I'll play with him in a way that he will beg me. I will finish Rex first, then I'll spend the night with her without marrying his wife." Trevor Fox heard Oscar and said, "Yes boss, it's a very good idea to teach a lesson to Rex." Oscar said angrily, "Put down the phone, bastard." Saying that, Oscar threw the phone to one si

With that, he turned his back and went in. Eighteen years old Oscar was scared and did not know what to do, he ran back home and tried to forget what had happened between him and his brother earlier but the memory still could not go. For some reason, each time he tried to close his eyes, his mind wandered off to what his brother was doing and the face of the innocent white blonde girl. He could not sleep, so he got up. He felt the need to do something to save both his brother and the white girl. He started thinking and the next thing he did was to call for Augustra's help. ****

I knew Oscar was concerned about me, afraid I'd get hurt again, so I forced myself to respond patiently: "You're overthinking this. I'm not looking to get involved with anyone right now, okay? I swear on my life." "That's more like it." Oscar nodded, then suddenly remembered something and pulled an object from his pocket, tossing it to me. "Saw this, thought it looked nice, so I bought it." I caught it and looked—a remarkably elegant diamond bracelet. From the casual way he'd tossed it, I'd half expected a random pebble he'd picked up. My heart warmed at the unexpected gesture.

I didn't know yet if he had received the memo, but I needed to start working on the newly placed assignment in my hands. I strolled down the lobby, watching each eye that turned in my direction. Even from the maids that curtsied and walked past me, I could still hear their lingering thoughts. I met Oscar around the living room. He was standing quietly, his eyes scanning through a large piece of paper in his hands. His attention was buried deeply in the content of the paper, I didn't think he could hear my footsteps. I stood for a while to watch him, and as though a light bulb switched off in his head, he turned backwards, in the most frightening way I had ever seen.

I did not move, but the bouquet flew straight into my arms. The whole room went silent. Natalia’s smile froze, and Duncan frowned. I stood up, holding the flowers, and said with a smile, “Perfect timing.” I looked toward where Oscar was sitting. He raised his glass slightly in my direction. “I would like to introduce you to my boyfriend, Oscar Funnell.” [Oh my gosh! She just made it official!] [Just look at the way Oscar looked at her!] [So is Oscar the male lead in this plot?!]

Oscar pulls away from me, and before I know it, he’s on the step next to Frederick. “It’s okay big guy, you got us now,” he says, patting the side of his leg. I can only grin at that, he’s always been so empathetic and he doesn’t like to see anyone cry alone. “And who are you exactly? A mere child with absolutely no fear,” Frederick asks, amused. Oscar’s face lights up as he looks over at me. I proudly smile back. “I’m half of Hannah’s personal protection badass goon squad,” he proudly boasts, making Oliver snicker.