Under The Oak Tree Novel Wattpad Novels & Stories

“That doesn’t justify Victor’s actions. My father may not have been perfect, but this is still our home.” As they continued flipping through the pages, another entry caught their attention. "I’ve hidden the deed in the hollow of the great oak. If anything happens to me, it will serve as proof of my intentions." Sophia’s eyes widened. “The great oak… Could it still be standing?” The next morning, Ethan, Sophia, and Margaret ventured into the villa’s expansive grounds in search of the great oak. After hours of searching, they found the tree, its massive trunk gnarled with age.

“Glee . . . shit.” Another tremor jolted them, and the centuries-old cottonwood tree—the only thing left out there—twisted and leaned, losing its foothold on the remainder of the crumbling bank. Slipping away. Richard felt something at his elbow. This time it was Owen tugging at him, a clogged warning in his throat. Pulling him back from the decimated park area. Toward the waiting vehicle. “Daddeee . . . ” Katie fretted. Richard took heed and went.

A bee buzzes somewhere while a breeze ruffles the nearby giant oak tree leaves. With a clutch of fear in my heart, I feel light-headed as if I might be sick. A tree house settled high in the branches of a giant oak tree, and a dirty old green hose snaked across the lawn. A fence collapsing "You will have to put some effort into your grandma's devotion" Officer Stephanie encouraged looking around like she was searching for something.

" Serina firmly said while Paul nodded at her, promising that this must happen, at whatever cost that hinders on the way. Then both of them walk out together from the shade of the oak tree. "It was a promise witnessed by this century-old tree." "I doubt that tree is that old." "K-Town had lots of history and myths!" "Yeah, I know...kinda weird on how non-sense some of the myths are." "The tree witnesses us, so you better do it, unless you want to be buried." Thus, the promise at the first of September started at the grass field, below the oak tree were two people that had bonded deeper than tree roots, made a promise unto one another...

The sound of soft weeping draws my attention to one of the few remaining trees on the lot, a large, aged oak that at this distance I can see a patch of pale skin contrasting with the tree's wood. I change the course of thoughts of the past with the inopportune curiosity of discovering who is hiding, I look over my shoulder confirming the endless line of associates sucking up to the most important new name within the mafia, with his pet dog beside him feigning pain with the loss. The funereal atmosphere is not strange, the cold wind raises some fallen leaves despite the clear sky at that moment the announcement of the storm lurks around the corners like the darkness in my chest, hidden by the

Leo POV Flashback Beneath the oak tree’s branches, Bridget’s heart raced as she awaited Aaron’s arrival. The night was silent, except for the whispering leaves and the occasional rustle of forest creatures. She couldn’t help but wonder if Aaron would still be there, if he would share her yearning. As the moments passed, Bridget’s anticipation turned into worry. Doubt crept in, and she questioned the wisdom of her decision. Just as she was about to turn and leave, a rustling in the underbrush caught her attention.

Johnny and I often felt at home in the woods, but even we were nothing but mere visitors of what was their habitat. The trees towered above us, their branches interlocking to form a towering canopy that provided welcome shade on this hot afternoon. We walked at a leisurely pace as we navigated our way through the woods, the occasional fern or wildflower brushing against our legs as we went. After a while, we stopped walking and sat under the huge oak tree we had earlier seen. “Ethan was pretty shaken about everything,” Johnny said as we sat. I fidgeted with a little stone in my hands. “I’m sure he has the right to. I feel so bad for him.”

How many times had they put themselves in danger while I was too focused on war plans and elder meetings to notice? I stayed far enough back that they wouldn't hear me. Close enough to intervene if something went wrong. The trees grew thicker. The light grew dimmer. Shadows stretched long and dark across the forest floor. Still, the children kept running. Finally, they stopped. A massive oak tree loomed ahead. Ancient and gnarled. Its roots twisted up from the ground like frozen snakes. Its branches spread wide, blocking out what little remained of the evening sky. Carl and Karin dropped to their knees beneath it.

The place was abandoned when my dads used to bring me here to play and from the dust and debris littering the place and the leaves blowing in through a broken window, it looks like it always has been. Feeling dejected at the lack of clues, I decide a walk down memory lane is exactly what I need to cheer me up and I’m excited to share a piece of my childhood with Ellie and Mason. They follow silently as I lead them down to the lake and the old oak tree standing sentinel over it. Only when we reach the spot, the tree isn’t standing at all. “What the fuck?” Aspen gasps. The tree is rolled in on itself like a cinnamon roll with the branches kissing the ground. It’s a completely unnatural occurre

I knew he was supposed to be here. Thinking he was yet to come, I sat under the oak tree and waited for him. I kind of see why he liked this place, the cool breeze brushing against my skin was so calming, and the leaves on the oak tree rustled with the wind. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply, enjoying the calm environment. I think I was too engrossed in how good I was feeling that I did not know when I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I had slept, but when I woke up, I was moving in the air, my eyes immediately flew open, scared I was being kidnapped.