Under The Oak Tree Ep 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"How I wish that what you have said was true." Silence prevailed around them. Oakley sat on the bamboo chair attached to the tree and its branches. Maia was left standing while gazing at the vast and beautiful view below. All the painful memories that happened to her then came back to her mind and, for some unknown reason, she seemed to want you to reveal them to the man behind her.

Chapter 113: The orange tree. Ike entered his two-acre enclosed garden and scanned for the queen. Shay's typically regal form sat hunched on the bench under his orange tree. The glass ceiling of the yard was being pelted with rain as she wept softly. Ike paused as he considered what to say to the only mother figure he'd had in his life.

Khyrix snapped, finally looking up from his phone. Silence followed as we continued, the air thick. We entered the heart of the forest, the part rumored to be home to a rogue wolf. Derek and Zayn stopped under a massive tree. It was unlike any tree I had ever seen. Energy pulsed from it, faintly, in waves that made my skin prickle. My hand trembled as I looked at the ancient trunk, realizing that this was no ordinary tree. So, we weren’t going to the forbidden caves after all.

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But I just shrug it off. “Daddy, what’s that huge tree?” Andre voice draws Carlton’s Attention from me. All eyes trails where he’s pointing at and there’s gigantic tree at a far end of the forest. Even as we are standing up on a wooden bridge it’s still so tall and has its branch sprouting out everywhere. The tree is so magnificent and would really get anyone bedazzled. The oak tree. “That’s the oak tree.” Carlton says and someone squeals beside Andre. Griffin. Then with his eyes widen in amazement he exclaims, “The royal tree of the forest!”

Alistair said the Tree eats civilizations. He was wrong. It eats intention. And we just fed it hope. The crown blazes. Not heavy. Right. I look at the camera one last time. “Your move,” I say. And cut the feed. The first family crosses the gate. Duskbane gets bigger.

ELEANOR When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a big oak tree. Grass pricked my ears, letting me know I'd been lying on the ground under this oak tree for goddess knows how long. Streaks of sunlight pressed against my face warmly, compelling me too move to take in my surroundings. My brows furrow instantly when I realize I wasn't in the Red Silverwood Pack territory.

“Becca…” “I wasn’t trying to trick you,” I said quickly. “I know how it sounds. I know it was reckless and illegal and everything you’d never expect from me. But gods, Rhys—I was so tired. Of waiting.” Rhys didn’t say anything. His hand tightened at my waist, but not roughly. I swallowed the knot rising in my throat. “You remember the oak tree behind the old armory? The one the palace gardeners always complained about?” Rhys huffed a breath, a sound almost like a laugh. “You mean the one you fell out of trying to steal Queen Omara’s lemon tarts?”

Hamilton has truly gone too far. Unfortunately, Kai can only complain deep down. In fact, people like them are just ants in front of a billionaire president like Mr. Albrey Hamilton. Oakley steps out of the bathroom, applied skincare, put on the clothes arranged by Kai, and sipped warm water. Oakley tore off the fever patch and stuck it to his head before striding out of the mansion with a hesitant Kai tagging behind him. Instantly, Kai opens the passenger seat for Oakley. Oakley directly enters the passenger section and picks up his script to read

Most striking is the tree's response—its leaves shiver and rustle though no wind stirs them, branches bending subtly toward Maris as if straining to hear her better. I pause at the clearing's edge, unsure whether to interrupt what appears to be a private communion. But as I watch, thin tendrils of golden energy flow from the tree into Maris's palms, spiraling up her arms like living vines before disappearing beneath her skin. The sight is both beautiful and unsettling. Before I can retreat, Maris speaks without turning. "The oak remembers when this land was ocean floor." Her voice carries easily across the clearing. "Its roots touch water that hasn't seen sunlight in ten thousand years."