Under The Oak Tree Maxi Novels & Stories

Max said looking at me and smiling at me. I close the door and look in my dressing room and I just found the perfect outfit. I took a floral chiffon maxi skirt in purple and my favorite sleeveless crochet lace white top. Nothing expensive, just some casual items I found on the internet while living in Paris. I took my nude high heeled sandals and a matching clutch, grandma’s Cruz bracelet, I put my hair in a lazy bun, a soft makeup and that’s it. He said casual, so casual be it! And as soon as I exit my bedroom I see Max looking at me with his mouth wide open.

Beads clatter like rain, foxfire stutters, and for a blink Sable’s outline shines where the air should be seam. She’s fast as she lets the net miss and laughs like a coin spun on stone. “Later,” she whispers through the leaves, for me alone, or for the house. “When your child runs on the path.” I smile at the trees with all my teeth. “Bring better shoes,” I murmur, and Ebony purrs because she likes it when I promise violence. “Luna,” Elder Max says, louder now, pulling attention back where it belongs. “One last thing for the record. The pack needs to hear you say it.”

He looks at me and that unknown tension that was once there fills his eyes again. I silently plead for him to tell me what is going on, for anything that Jacob tells me will make it that much worse. The song ends, but Max doesn't let go. He keeps swaying his hips and looking deep into my eyes. As if he's afraid to let me go. Taylor Swift sings "Wildest Dreams" and the spell that Max is under breaks.

RICHARD'S POV Marcus appeared at the tent entrance with the energy of someone who had consumed one beer and was treating it as a down payment on several more. "We're going to the oak," he said. He had his jacket on and a torch in his hand and the specific expression he wore when he had already decided something and was presenting it as an invitation out of courtesy. "Giant oak about five minutes into the trees. Few of the guys. Fire. Come." "I'll sleep," I said.

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

He offered his wide hand, “Let me help you.” “I can help myself.” I stood, and shook off the dirt off my skirt. He just shrugged, “Okay.” He continued and went under the oak. It was only a bit higher than Gabriel, but taller for me that I was able to raise my head high and see its perfect oddity. Its shrunken trunk and all that was connected to it had perfect shade of homey brown and its foliage was thick, but there were spaces that allowed rays of sunshine to pass through it.

, he paused to take in the slaves awed expression and then he continued. " The Oak festival will be held at the Oak central, just metres away from The West Wing. Prepare yourselves for the weekend. As usual, the Oak will be filled with the royalties, the wealthy and the influential of Thores. Hail the Queen of The Oak!", he shouted the last sentence but their was only silence from us. My gaze met with Yun and he winked. But at that moment, he was the least of my problems. The festival was not a shock to me but I have not expected it to come so soon. My breath hitched as dread descended on me.

Max and Kylie sat under the shade of a towering oak tree. The air was heavy with anticipation as they contemplated the looming war that threatened to tear their world apart. Max was feeling restless, so they went out for a walk through the forest. She could feel his emotions during the funeral. Even though she didn't like Natasha, she never wished for her death. She swallowed down the lump in her throat and straightened her shoulder. "Are you alright?" she asked quietly. "Yeah, I am fine," he said, and she nodded her head, acknowledging that things were grim.

Max had a tight hold of my hand and he pulled me across the grass until we were hidden by the trees, cool in the dark shade, our perfect hiding spot. "Are you trying to make us late for our own wedding reception?" I asked, reaching up to run my finger along the exposed skin of his chest. He pushed me back until my spine was pressed against a tree trunk and placed his hands on either side of my head. "Maybe."He said , typical max .

LUCAS “You want that thing off your wrist, don't you?” Max, a girl I had never spoken to, said to me. I knew Max Kane quite well. Everyone in Woodhidge high knew who she was. She was the self-proclaimed queen of the school and was quite attractive. She had short blonde hair that barely reached her neck. Max has very clear blue eyes and a beautiful accent. She was charming and knew how to pick the right outfit for her build because everything she was ever seen in looked perfect on her.