Oscar On My Block Novels & Stories

“Unpleasant ones, Raven. You’ve been playing in someone else’s sandbox. Damien Blackwood’s little playground. Letting rich men drool over what belongs to me.” My jaw clenched. “It’s a cover Oscar, It gets me closer to a target.” “Closer to a target?” Oscar stopped in front of me, leaning in, his face inches from mine. His eyes locked on, unblinking, deadly. “Or closer to a cock? I saw the footage, pet. The way you drop to your knees. The way you control them. Very… professional. But you forgot who taught you control.” I pressed the gun to his throat, steady, not shaking.

Oscar’s face falls. “Oh, god, look at me. I’m so sorry. That is just tragic,” Oscar says. “Let me make it up to you by making another cocktail…” “…or food,” Anna says. Oscar nods. “I was so nervous about coming here that I didn’t eat all day and my stomach is hurting right now,” “Well, we can’t have a damsel in distress. Let me warm up some soup for you. There’s some creamy butternut soup,” Oscar tells her.

"You should have tried harder or possibly ask your men to have me dead and bring my corpse to you instead.." " Not at all Oscar... I need you alive. By the way, I heard about your little fairytale with that countryside woman of yours. How pathetic...." " If you have nothing meaningful to say..then get the fúck out of my phone. Oh, and whatever scheme you have.. bring it on Phoenix... " Oscar said. " As you wish dear Cousin..." Phoenix said from the other end and the phone went dead silent immediately. In that instant Mayra rushed in in panic, holding a bottle of Scotch and a glass. Oscar stood up, grabbed the glass from her and threw it against the wall - making it smash to pieces.

"Oscar is here." I pressed the phone against my chest like I could hide it from myself. My heartbeat was loud and wrong. Too fast. Too much. The door opened. Oscar stepped in. He was wearing the dark grey shirt I had picked out for him last month. He looked good. He always looked good, clean, solid, like a man who had never once let the world knock him sideways. "You're alone," he said, looking around. "Where's Mia?" "Just stepped out." I stood quickly, turning so he wouldn't see my face. "I was just getting some rest."

Slowly, he turned back to look at me, a strange expression on his face as he tilted his head to one side. 'You're a forest fire, Casey Brogan,' he called out. 'Try not to burn the whole world down when I'm gone, yeah?' With a wink, he turned and began to run towards the waiting forces, with Blake and the guards crying out as they pursued him. 'Wait for it, girl,' Oscar said, gruffly, his voice breaking. 'Wait until he's close.' I sobbed, raising my arm as if reaching for him and instead, summoning everything I had, and with a cry of pain that wracked my whole body, I did it, I let it all go.

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.

He’s so angry over me implying he did have some type of interest in me, and I guess it did sound worse than what I meant. I walked up to Oscar, “can I talk with you a minute, in private.” Oscar nodded with a knowing smirk on his face, “of course, let’s take a walk,” he turned looking at the full house, “there’s no privacy inside tonight, thanks to you and your mother.” As we walked to the empty obstacle course I shook my head, “I’m not sure why I can’t seem to talk correctly sometimes, especially around Alpha Christen.” Oscar chuckled, “sorry, not following, can you be more specific?”

While James had turned out to be a better person, Oscar had grown up to be the neighborhood nuisance, a complete disgrace who had dashed his old parents' hope and pushed them to an early death with his long record of petty crimes. “I thought so too.” Lola returned and picked up a glass of Cranberry Sangria. Taking a sip from the drink while Aria also did the same. The two girls completely ignored the men. While Oscar was covered in lots of tattoos that seemed to be inscribed everywhere but his face, his friend sported a high colorful punk that reminded Lola of a disfigured rainbow she had painted once in preschool. “Heard you both have been off dancing somewhere in Rosewoods,” Oscar said as

“Anything to help a budding romance.” It was a mostly sarcastic response, and Oscar just laughed and shook his head. “I think we will get along.” He offered his hand to her, and shook it twice, “I look forward to seeing you again Lana.” “Yeah yeah, don’t get dewy eyed on me there Ozzie.” Once again Oscar laughed before shaking his head and turning to leave. There was something comforting in meeting one of Bowie’s friends. There were still some things that weren’t shared just yet, and it was fully because of Bo’s inability to realize just how helpful it was for Oscar to know.

he said against the top of my head. I was able to speak throughout the day unless it was about certain topics that I seemed to have a block on in my brain. If Oscar touched on anything I didn't want to speak about, then I just didn't. When my parents came home later that day, I wasn't able to speak to them either. It seemed that I saved that privilege for Oscar alone and it was like that for a few days.