Oscar On My Block Novels & Stories

She walked out, leaving me alone as I poured a glass of whiskey for myself and downed it. “Wow, that was hard to watch.” I looked to my side to see Oscar standing by the door. “How long have you been there?” He shrugged. “I just got in, but, you know, having to stand outside and hear both of you talk… it was terrible. You were brought down by a low assistant. Oh, and let me guess. You really, really have things with assistants. Seeing as you call Bryan a glorified assistant.” I shook my head. “You’re on their side, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t disrespect that. “What were you whispering over there for!” Oscar asked loudly from where he sat on a wooden block bench with his comrades. Even from this distance, his voice rang loud and clear even though he wasn’t shouting, and the thought occurred to her that some people were just especially good at making their voices heard. Vain people. “Come on. Share some stories. Did you get to drool over the colonel’s dragon some more? What happened, did he say you were too obsessed and that it would be a bad idea to let you get near one after all?”

I said inwardly to myself and I stood on my feet for her and responded that I was going to do exactly that before walking out. I made it to my office hoping that I would be able to enjoy the space that I now had to cry out my heart but that was until I was face-to-face with Oscar again sitting on my chair and swerving back and forward as if he was in a race car then when he noticed me a grin covered his face. "Hello, do you know how long I have been waiting for you?"

What felt like a rod of steel pressed itself against my ass cheeks. “Someone feels like they’re ready to go again already,” I said. Maddox laughed, his breath hot against the back of my neck. “I’m always ready to go again. I could come a dozen times in a row and still not be spent.” I giggled. “You hear that, Oscar? He’s not a one-and-done like someone I know.” Oscar’s face went bright red in an instant.

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.

The year my sister turned fifteen, my father, Grant Davis, became obsessed with holding auctions at home. Everything in the house, from a plate of meat to a turn with the washing machine, from school lunch money to after-school activity fees, had to be won by bidding with family credits. I worked odd jobs until I dropped, sleeping only three hours a night, and finally saved up a thick stack of family credits, the paper soft and warped from my sweat. All Melody had to do was sit on the couch and shed a few tears, and my father would stuff fistfuls of credits into her arms. "Girls deserve to be spoiled. Can't have Melody feeling left out." That day, the item up for auction was an old necklace

"Can you just shut up and let's go. Since when did I started listening to you?" They left the room as the cleaners walked in. *************************** They got to the swimming pool area. The moon was still smiling as the stars twinkle amongst the dark blue sky. There was an arrangement of chairs with a table at the center and a big umbrella at the top. They were shock to see a number of people occupy those chairs. A person walked towards them. At first, due to the dark, they weren't able to see the person until he drew nearer. "Hey girls! What brings you here?" Oscar greeted with a bright cheerful smile. His dimples were also smiling. Everyone had a smile except Theresa.

“Yeah, just some legal stuff about my uncle’s estate. I didn’t want you thinking I’d disappeared again.” “I’m sorry you’re going through that alone.” I bit my lip. “When it’s over, how about I take you out for coffee? I still owe you one from the airport.” “But you paid for dinner!” “Next Monday, then?” “It’s a date,” she said. My heart raced. “Perfect. Cya Monday.” “Goodnight, Tobi.” Oscar's POV I leaned against the wall outside the apartment building, earbuds in, volume turned up. The bug I’d planted under his desk chair picked up every word.

This was the only way. At Oscar’s house, there would be no distractions—no loud clubs, no nosy spectators, no reasons for him to push me away. He would see me, really see me, and he wouldn’t be able to resist. Descending the stairs, I caught sight of Shantel lounging on the couch, her school bag lazily tossed beside her. She twirled a pencil between her fingers, eyes flicking over the pages of a half-done assignment. I softened my tone. “How was school today?”

Oscar spoke. "Oscar, please." I retorted. "Don't worry, I'll get going already, no prob." He nodded. "Bye." "Bye." I forced out. Oscar scuttled out of the house. "Young lady, I don't want any man or any friend of yours in my house, okay?" He instructed. "Well, good for you." I knew it was my turn to smirk. "At least I no longer work for you." And yes, I was sure that I was going to be the winner if there was to be an award for the most stupid person on earth.