Oscar On My Block Novels & Stories

"And I repaid that debt, in full. So why the hell am I still expected to bow and scrape? My heart's only ever had room for Maya. It still does. Dad, you're getting old. If you don't want to intervene anymore, I won't blame you. But don't think you still have the right to tell me how to live my life." It was rare—exceedingly rare—for Oscar to lose his composure like this. But today, after an entire day of being unable to reach Maya, he was unraveling. He was losing it. What had started as a simple plan to appear vulnerable—just enough to close the distance between him and Maya—had somehow, maddeningly, spiraled into another mess involving Diana. The cigar between his fingers burned down to a

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."

Except he was the person on the bike that night. “You’ve been following me around?” I narrowed my gaze, my fingers curling into a fist. He dipped the phone back into his pocket. “Let’s just say I take an interest in patients before treating them.” “I’m not your patient.” “Not yet,” he said, still calm. “But if I were to release the pictures and tell the world that you are becoming an omega. Imagine how the press would ravage it. ‘Tom Rivers is becoming an Omega for Gerard Vance, the man who created the Omega drug so Alphas could fall in love.” He paused, staring at me. “Beautiful headline. Do you think your father would like it?”

However, Serena, who is far away from the beach, can't feel this kind of tense atmosphere at all, Sin City is very big, and the place where she is happens to be in the most marginal section, except for one Oscar, she can't even see a ghost shadow. Oscar didn't have anything to contact the outside world with yet, and other than teasing his bugs every day, he lived a happy life. Only every time he went to check the calendar, he'd read about how Maxwell hadn't come to play with him yet. Serena sat on the boulder, sighing and wishing the car would get here soon. "Serena, are you going to eat this?" Oscar suddenly came to her with a bunch of icy candy canes with an excited look on his face, "Are

The rest of the meeting had gone well, and as I got to the front door of the apartment that Noelle and I now shared, I had a smile on my face. And I had Noelle to thank for it, even though she had been expecting me to go out and return with news of me and Donald getting into a relationship. I shook my head at Noelle even though she wasn’t present. She was always full of romantic expectations for me, as long as it wasn’t Mark Ronaldo anyway. “Alexa.” I heard my voice right behind me. It was masculine and firm, and at the same time, it sent shiver down my spine and made me uncomfortable immediately. I whirled and turned around, and I saw that it was Oscar, with a bouquet of red roses in his ha

I reached my car and drove like a maniac back to Alex and Alexis’s celebration. The party was in full swing. I stepped out of the car, trying to compose myself. Unfortunately, the first person I saw was Oscar leaning casually against a tree. "Of course, it had to be him," I muttered. Oscar sauntered toward me with a grin on his face. "Your little deviant act is starting to turn me on." Crossing my arms, I shot him a sharp look. "Careful. It will be the end of you if you’re not."

"Life happened, Oscar. The debt, the marriage contract, Duncan... Dreams like that require a foundation I don't have. Especially with a child on the way. I’m a fugitive Omega now." Oscar’s expression didn't flicker. He set his cup down with a firm thud. "I want to build it for you. Right here, in the heart of Wayne territory." Amorafroze, her fork halfway to her mouth. "What?" "I own a block of storefronts on Main Street," Oscar said. "It’s neutral ground, protected by our Enforcers. One of them is vacant. It has the perfect large window for the morning sun. My crew can have it renovated and warded with silver-dust by the end of the month."

Oscar grumbled and complained for a few more minutes before storming out of the office in frustration. Along the way, he clenched his fists, muttering to himself, "I snatched away your foolish girlfriend last time, jack*ss, and now I can snatch away your undeserved job too! You're just a stepping stone to my greatness! Mark my words! You want to challenge me so badly? I'll make you lie in a pool of your own blood, regretting your decision!" - On the second day of Oscar's tantrum, Logan arrived at the rector's office to introduce himself. Despite the rector's wealth of experience, he couldn't help but be momentarily stunned by Logan's appearance. Goodness, this man was like a handsome supermo

He was seated behind me and seemed to be busy with his IPad. He barely even spoke to me. I tried very hard to distract myself but I just don’t know how on earth I could erase what happened in Santorini. Those memories were reeling in my head nonstop. And the fact that he seemed to have moved on from everything made me feel sad. ************ When we arrived at my house, Oscar was already waiting, he spread his arms, cheerfully. “Look who we have here, the nation’s sweethearts are back!” He cooed.

Oscar stood in his way, trying to block his path, while Sharon lingered in the background, looking exhausted and terrified as if a single breath might cause her to collapse. My friend commented, "You should’ve seen it in person. Donald was so overbearing. I heard he's been harassing Oscar’s law firm with phone calls, trying to get him fired, and even attempting to bribe him… Oscar's really in a bad spot right now." I wasn’t particularly concerned. But that night, a comment from Oscar appeared under one of my travel photos. He asked, "Who took these pictures of you?" I didn't reply. What did it matter to him?