Under The Oak Tree 42 Novels & Stories

The rumble of a waterfall rolled upward, deep and steady. But Zane didn’t take me to the river or the cliff. He turned right and guided me to a lone oak. Its shade stretched like a shelter. He set me on my feet, his hands steady on my shoulders until I stood firm. Only then did he let go, though he caught my hand again almost at once. "Thanks. I’m fine," I said, trying to sound casual, but he only gave a slight nod and pulled me closer to the trunk. My breath caught. Resting under the tree was a stone, polished black, rectangular with a rounded top. The words carved into it froze me.

Delaney "Cursey," I hear Trevor Whittle say in a sing-song voice. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" Laughter follows his words. I remain hidden behind the huge oak tree and desperately try to catch my breath without making a sound. I breathe shakily behind the hand I placed over my own mouth while my heart slams against my chest.

The good thing about being Butterfly with Carson — as I've come to enjoy — was I didn't need to any longer. Carson turned to me with a perked eyebrow. In the bright white light from the ceiling and floors I could now see the slight redness in his otherwise perfect eyes and I was glad we stopped. “Where is everyone?” I waved my hand about indicating the empty space. “Don't tell me you didn't see those cars.” Carson chuckled and drew a hand over his dark stubble, an action that made me involuntarily clench my thighs. “That. Well, you did not hear this from me, but, Jaime Crawford junior also hosts an underground and very illegal poker game every Tuesday night.”

I sat down on my seat, waiting even if I knew I'd had to wait way longer than just some minutes. All of a sudden all I saw was black, I didn't know everything could be over in just seconds, I wouldn't have thought that everything could be over this quick, but one thing I knew was, I couldn't give up, I have to be there for Kehna. I tried recovering strength by breathing in and breathing out but it didn't help. I continued repeating the same sentence "I can't give up" breath in breath out "I can't give up" breath in breath out, I just wanted to rest and close my eyes for some seconds.

Then he crouched and unwrapped the larger one. The painting was larger than I had expected. Two feet by three, oil on canvas, the tree in three-quarter view against a particular quality of afternoon sky — the kind of sky that was specific to the San Gabriel Valley, clear and high and pale at the horizon. The tree itself was a California oak, old, its crown spreading in the way of something that had decided long ago to take the space it needed.

In the center stood a giant, ancient oak tree, its branches spreading out like protective arms. "It has a high-tech security system, a gated community, and a twenty-four-hour patrol," Cole listed off the specs, his businessman persona momentarily shielding his vulnerability. "But look at the backyard, Sabrina. Really look at it." "The tree," I whispered, tracing the lines of the oak with my thumb.

Leonardo provided. "The oak tree in the midst of the pines," Hazel muttered as a memory flashed in her mind at those words. After a few minutes of pondering, her eyes widened as she realized what the clue was. "It's the oak tree in the middle of the large pine field, horses' hooves printed on the soaked ground on a rainy day, blood-red moon. The earth has been hurt, or is Mother Moon mourning for her dead children?" she began. "While many sleep, the earth weeps. What a sorrowful night. As the unknown enemy works in the darkness of the night. Under the large oak tree lies the secret to her salvation. But then again, it also holds the power to her damnation."

As soon as the car stopped rolling, Dominic gave Leesa a quick thumbs up—the signal they had agreed on that she should proceed as planned. She grabbed the ivory box from her bag and got out of the car. After waiting for a truck to flash by, she hurried across the road and found the spot Dominic had described to her. The old oak tree—almost twice as thick as any of its neighbors—was just barely visible from the highway. Its gnarled branches spread wide in every direction, and Leesa could imagine the huge canopy of shade they would provide when the leaves grew back. She imagined the tree had probably been left standing sometime far back in the past while its neighbors were felled for lumber an

Not only is he very unpredictable, but he won’t say a word. ”He's tenacious.” Audrey bites her lower lip and finally spits out two words. Audrey takes a glance at the door and sighs. She turns to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Kai plops himself on a white sofa and takes out his phone. His eyes unconsciously light up upon seeing a certain person’s text. Oakley pushes the door, and a lot of breathtaking paintings fill his gaze. His eyes fall on the painting, and his expression becomes serene. [Two high school boys stood under the tree, one slightly tall and the other short. The short one raised his head to stare at the person while the tall one lowered his head to gaze at the shorter person, t

He draped it over his shoulder. Kade always did things with purpose, so it was nice just to meander, no destination or agenda in mind, talking to Eliza as they wallowed in the lazy afternoon. It pleased him Skylar hadn’t cultivated the stereotypical suburban lawn, but allowed the landscape remain natural. Rugged. A backdrop of long, gold and brown grasses, stubby groundcover the color of cinnamon, sagebrush, and the occasional yellow daisy popped up, all blended seamlessly past the barbed wire fence and across the pasture. An oak tree with gnarled branches grew in the middle of the backyard. Usually only scrub oak survived and they never reached that size. He stopped under the canopy of shad