Owl House Au Novels & Stories

Olivia advised as she wiped her damp eyes. “I'm coming,” I muttered sourly as I followed the pair. Nestled on the edge of the surrounding forest, Austin’s home was built near the pack guards' and warrior training area, and as we passed, I eyed the pack warriors doing their daily workouts. Biting my lip I felt that I could join if I could pass the initial tests. “Eva,” Olivia called me from my thoughts, and I saw her standing on Austin's porch, holding the front door open for me.

“His name is Oliver, but I call him Ollie. I know Skye, now, so I guess it’s only fair to tell you.” “Ollie, huh?” I asked, pushing down on the accelerator as we left the cluster of suburban houses and pulled out onto the main road. The outskirts of Hawthorn looked and felt different to the town centre – the houses here were newer, more American in their designs, whereas the ones by the high street were old English-style cottages, built from stone rather than wood. “Yeah,” she beamed, turning to me with eyes like shining stars. “He’s wonderful, El, so kind.” Then her smile dropped. “It’s getting harder to lie to him, though.”

The owner had another thing coming if he thought he was going to see us behind bars for what we were doing. “I need you to pull up all the information about Wolfe Ranch and its owner,” I told Oliver. “I’m on it. Now the question is whether we stick to the plan after this.” “Yeah. I didn't plan to sell this horse anyway, but we still need the cattle.” “Alright. I’ll be inside on my computer doing research. Come find me when you're done,” he said as he looked back at his phone and started to walk away.

Then he laughed and said something about foreigners and strange folks. We pulled into a street that was away from the so called trafic and skyscrapers. Well not really away, but at least here the houses weren't as tall. But they were long. The car finally came to a halt in front of a big house attached to another house and another house and another house. "There you go, 2445 owls street Los Angeles." He began leaning back in his seat. We all stared at the building. "Well? Aren't you coming out?" He asked whipping his head round to face out.

"Just tell me your address and I will drop you. It's not too much effort at all." Olivia finally had a good look at the car she was in. The Audi S6 was a really luxurious car and you would need deep pockets to afford it. She didn't pay attention to it earlier, because she was very upset. However, she didn't say anything about the car. She then sat back and strapped herself in. She directed Warren until they finally arrived in front of two storey house. It was a fine house and bigger than the one Warren had in Wellington, although it paled in comparison to his villa I'm the forest.

“I'm heading home now. Bye, Poli. Bye, Aurora.” Neide said goodbye—she had only come to drop off her granddaughter. Soon, a woman came by and looked at the bows, but didn't buy anything. I started chatting with Poliana. “This place is so organized.” “Oh, you should see the whole village. Mr. Oliver is very meticulous. Every stall has a cover, and underneath where you're sitting, besides the stool, there's a power outlet and a cabinet. Everyone has their own lock to store their things.” “That's really nice.”

A few hours earlier... An expected call lights up my phone, and Jason Valentine, “the Wolf,” appears on the screen. Oliver was the one who found him and met with his Wolves in the Underground. The Underground is the secret headquarters of the Wolves below the floors of the BCO Hotel I own in Williamsburg. They wanted discreet access to New York, and they needed my territory in Brooklyn, so I gave them what they asked for. Oliver had seen them in action, and I had been supporting their vision for a couple of years now in exchange for protection and aid whenever necessary.

Then trotted towards my room. It wasn't the end of the realm just yet. And exactly like Keyleth words, Aunt Aurelia stood cross armed in front of my door, the bridges of her shoulders so straight and even, there was no doubt why she was chosen as a general. “I’d start with what the fuck was that Oliver, but then that would be going against the orders your father laid for me.” Aunt Aurelia sighed when I got to her. “You have five goddamn minutes to shift out of your wolven form and meet me at the court yard.”