Oscar On My Block Novels & Stories

I stated, noticing the scowl on Tisha's face immediately. "What do you want?" Their reply was surprisingly synched together with Tisha laughing afterwards and placing her hand flirtatiously on his chest. "I... umm. think you dropped this the other day" I showed the bracelet to Oscar He snatched it from my hand and wore it back almost immediately and left with Tisha by his side. He didn't even muster a thank you The way Oscar reacted made me realize that most of the hottest guys ever being talked about were naturally rude and proud.

Immediate. Undeniable. “She’s not like the others,” I say, more to myself than to him. “No,” Oscar agrees, watching her closely. “She’s not.” A beat passes. Then, casually—too casually—he nods toward the screen. “So go get her.” I sigh, frustrated. “I’m surprised this one isn’t in your bed yet,” Oscar adds, almost lazily, like he’s commenting on the weather. “You don’t usually wait. You just go to them, fuck them, done and dusted.”

“Look, I know this whole situation might be a bit overwhelming for all of us but I just want to let you know that I have no ill intentions here. I'm not trying to step on anyone’s toes. We’re family now, you know? I just hope you and I can get along eventually.” Liam's cold gaze doesn't budge. And then Oscar adds, with a grin, his eyes darting towards me, “Your wife is drop-dead gorgeous by the way. I've never seen any woman light up a room like she does. You're a lucky man.” He chuckles. I smile a little and look away, trying to play down his bold compliment because I'm unsure how to respond. I didn't see it coming and Liam didn't as well. I glance at Liam to find him glowering and gritting

But before he could lead me upstairs, Shane hurried to block our path. "Hey, let's not argue. I'll even feed you sweets myself," Shane offered his brother a weak smile, but Oscar declined with a shake of his head. Oscar's warm hand holding mine provided a comforting sensation, but the subtle twitching of his fingers betrayed his underlying anxiety. "It's okay. I think I've had enough sweets for today," Oscar addressed his mother, who stood still like a statue. He then gently pulled me along as we headed towards his bedroom, Shane unexpectedly trailing behind us.

Oscar asked since I hadn't said anything. "What else you dummy! I came for my brother." He walked towards us, attracting the attention of the two female attendants standing close to us. He didn't even bother with a handshake as he drew me in for a hug, before whispering into my ear. "I knew that sissy certificate will get you in trouble." He said and despite the insult, I laughed. "When did you get here?" I asked when we drew apart. He turned to give Oscar a brief handshake. "Last night. And I woke up when I got a phone call from a friend, yelling into my ear that you've been arrested for murder. I swear I flew out of the bed and fell down on the floor." He said, pointing to a red mark I had

Celia whispered as I was getting out. Yeah, I needed to widen that rift and fast. “My lady.” Oscar stretched out his hand to me. I smiled as I took it. There was no way I could lose now. He seemed so happy, so blissfully ignorant. And dad, he was playing his role as the reluctant father so perfectly. Oscar actually thought he was winning me over. “I’d come in but your mom would probably gut me like a fish.” “Yeah, probably,” I said. His face dropped.

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

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."

Then to Oscar, “Show me, sweetheart. Show Mommy your masterpiece.” Oscar barrels into me with a hug first—he always does—then tugs my hand excitedly to the mound where he has planted sticks like tiny flags. The scene is so simple, so ordinary… and it is everything. No reporters. No trials. No gossip. No knives hidden behind smiles. Just my son, my husband, and this vast blue French sky.

I snort but follow the guy who came to look for me. They ignore me for a week but yet, they want to see me now, how nice. I climb the marble stairs, I must admit that I missed the first days that we were in this house, it is giant. I arrive at the office of Oscar, he's sitting behind his desk with each of his brothers on each side standing behind him as if Raymond and Noah would cover and support him always. They told me that you were asking for me. I need you to answer some questions, blondy.