Ruby X Oscar Novels & Stories

Third person's POV Oscar is the inside of his office. There is a wicked smile on his face. He cannot wait for Xavier to join him so that he can become stronger. He wants to destroy his uncle and his ex-mate's pack. His wolves are motivated to fight with the vampires. However, some of his pack members do not want to fight with him. Morris is one of them. Some of the werewolves believe vampires are werewolves' enemies and that werewolves should never join forces with them. Oscar does not care what they think. They can all go away if they don't want to follow his instructions. They can leave my pack. He will do anything to destroy Victor and his pack. After he killed Oscar's father, Victor piss

His killer glare moved from my head to my toes and I found it hard to look into his eyes again. "Yes, she is... You thought Scarlett was the one? You were wrong!! I already found my mate," Hutton scoffed and held my hand... "Dare to hurt her too?" He added "I'll kill her, not just hurt her!" Xander replied dryly with a shrug. His voice was emotionless and was sending horror through me. I kept staring at him even when he didn't care to look at my face for long. I was getting hot at his voice this time.

She was processing the shocking revelation she had just heard. Lana didn't even notice when Xander returned to sit beside her. Despite his many awards and good looks, it was no wonder Oscar remained single, even while working with countless beautiful actresses. Obviously, he was into men. If Oscar was like that, then what about Xander? Lana started to worry about Xander's sexual orientation. Just then, she looked up to find his exquisitely handsome face gazing directly at her. Xander was caught off guard by how quickly she had looked up. As their eyes met–her beautiful, clear gaze into his–he suddenly felt a bit flustered, his face turning red.

Xavier raced up the stairs towards Alpha Oswald's room, he has dressed appropriately and reading a book when he stepped in. He seemed to be in a foul mood as all the servants had avoided him when he asked for anyone that would bring a drink up for them, to make matters worse, he was dressed, Oswald only got dressed occasionally and one of them is when he is very angry. Xavier sighed, sad for himself, that he would have to face the angry alpha while the bastard, Roy, was somewhere having fun and laughing about how he had managed to elude them all.

Oscar said, standing up, as he shaked the two ladies in front of him, the other two people with him, gave the same action, "You are welcome" Angelina said, and Oscar nodded his head, as he left out from the room, his two staffs following him, he was not going to have a chance with her. The woman belonged to Xavier knight, it showed in her act, and if he had known her first, he would have gotten her first, but he had not known her, not up to that day he met her in the mall. It was too late already.

He and Oscar break from the crush and meet me halfway. “Hey,” I say, smiling. The anonymity of the ceremony helped, but being jammed into a tent with half of Crescent Vale has my anxiety creeping back up my throat. Xander takes my hand without asking. “Come on, the others are over here,” he says, and the simple heat of his palm steadies me. Oscar falls in behind like a quiet wall. Goddess, I’ve missed them.

Scarlett might never come back after the treatment she got. "We should keep searching for her. We have her photo. We can start from there. Give handsome rewards to whoever finds her." Maxwell said, and it sounded like a plan. That would do for now.

Rosalyn: Night had already sunk its teeth into the skyline when I parked outside the secondary pack office. Night was always my favorite time of day, but I also learned that anything that meant dark, happened under the eyes of the moon and stars. This wasn’t the main office, it wasn’t one that most of those he worked with knew. No, this was a place that I, and those like me, knew. This was Xavier’s private floor, the one his Beta and select inner circle used for off-the-record meetings. The kind you don’t write minutes for. The kind where all the darkness slid underneath the tables, unseen, there, but invisible.

“Thank you.” I nearly laughed. Oscar looked nervous enough to pass out, it was almost impossible to believe he was actual royalty. And the way Maeve just fixed her eyes on him…I could tell she was doing it on purpose. What I couldn’t tell was if she was actually starting to like him. Then Oscar finally noticed me. “Oh…hi, Sydney.” He blinked. “I…she didn’t mention you were together.” “It’s fine. I already had one today.” I said, compressing my laugh into a polite smile.

Is the Same with Raymond, no fight happens without his approval even if he seems relaxed about it, it's the world to him, and every fighter needs approval from him to enter the cage. Oscar, who is just a born leader, he destabilizes businesses and barracks as if it were board chess, there is no opponent worthy in a game against his mind, and he has increased our profits in the import and export of every kind of drugs and poisons, he handles them in all the laboratories of Spain with the most high technology.