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He, Oliver, had just come back from a run which had been intended to clear his head, but it turned out that he had only managed to further himself the more, with the same thoughts he had been intending to clear his head of. All three of them, wear on sweatpants, and nothing else. And from the way both Damon and Lucas were glistening with sweat, Oliver could only come to the conclusion that they may have either been in the gym, or come from a run like he had just done. “Turns out, we have rogues sniffing at the boundaries.” Damon said in a tone that oliver could describe as irritated, with traces of anger. The words his brother had just uttered, settled in his mind, and Just like that, Oliver’s mood worsened. “Did you get any of them?” He asked, already feeling like going there to catch them himself.

All the furniture is completely destroyed. “Are you okay?” I ask Oliver as he stares at his father on the floor. “Just peachy,” he grumbles, wiping the blood and sweat residue on his jeans. ‘Doctor Lee, I need you to come to the pack house immediately,’ I link the best doc in our pack. He’s not far, so it shouldn’t take long to arrive. ‘Yes, Beta Robert.’ His response is something I’ve always liked about him. “Lee will be here shortly,” I tell Oliver. He just scoffs and storms out the door, slamming it behind him and joining his mate and my family.

Natalie thought that Oliver, when sober, would definitely—not make weird puppy noises. Oliver couldn't help but make this puppy-like gesture, clearly indicating that he was truly drunk at the moment. Natalie was about to move Oliver away when the man suddenly propped himself up. His light brown pupils were especially deep at this moment, like an abyss, as if carrying a storm. As their bodies collided, the woman's unique fragrance assaulted his senses. Her soft body crashed into his embrace, and a taut string in Oliver's mind snapped with a resounding "pop."

Now, she lived a life dependent on another person's moods. As for Miranda, she passed away not long after getting married. It seemed that she injured herself with a pair of scissors during one of her fits. As treatment was not sought in time, the paramedics failed to save her. I shared Miranda's story online to warn everyone to always be wary of online dating and never mistake romance novels for real life. More and more people began to be more sensible. They realized that romance novels would only ever be fiction. In reality, no domineering CEO love interest would ever appear in their lives, and their delusions would open up avenues for scammers to cheat them out of their money.

I pulled the other case files—the boy from the first isolation room, the newly mated woman with the wrong-smelling mate, and half a dozen Stage One charts from Ashvale. Spread them flat across the bench. Every column told the same story: decline, steady and uninterrupted, the disease advancing on schedule like it had never once been asked to negotiate. Oliver's chart didn't match any of them. His body wasn't declining on schedule. It was arguing with something. 'Something is fighting,' Eira offered. 'Or something refuses to surrender,' I answered. Neither version let me breathe any easier. I looked up at the ceiling without meaning to. He was two floors above me, asleep, breathing evenly enough that I couldn't hear him from here and knew it. I listened anyway. No footsteps. No crying. Nothing.

And just as I screamed her name, and Olivia started to turn around, Delilah ran towards her and struck her at the back of her head. It was such a blunt force, and on the exact spot Olivia had been cut open for the brain surgery just months ago. Olivia fell flat, her head hitting the concrete floor hard and blood started to spread quickly. For a whole second, I couldn’t move, my eyes wide in horror at the scene, at Delilah now backing away, horrified at what she had done. Then her hands came up to her face, and she screamed! Her scream pushed my legs into motion, and I was out of the room and bounding down the stairs, bumping into walls and banisters as my body swayed, and my vision blurred, dancing between consciousness and darkness in the excruciating physical pain I was in.

One was furious beyond restraint, teeth clenched in rage, while the other was utterly composed, calm and self‑possessed. At the end of the corridor, tree branches stretched in through the window. Dappled sunlight fell on Hyde's face, bright, clear, and without a single trace of guilt. "Well, could you blame me? I did call you that day, remember? You were so terribly worried about your poor princess getting in the rain, but did you remember that Lily was running a fever and had been starving for days?" Jack spoke hoarsely, "I told you to find a doctor…"

The tension in the room was thick, as Morgan's gaze was hooded with confusion and suspicion. Old Gilbert shook his head, worry, guilt, regret was etched on his face, his next words were followed by a series of coughs. Olivia quickly uncapped a bottled can and helped him to gulp it down. “Dad, are you okay?” Olivia asked, her voice laced with panic and worry. A sudden rush of adrenaline washed over her followed by a heavy headache,she felt light headed, her environment spinning. Morgan seemed to notice her face, he instinctively got up and rushed towards her. Before Olivia could say a word, her sight became blank, as he lost consciousness and fell into Morgan's arms, as he was fast to grab her.

The doors finally swung open. He made it. Bullet missed his heart by inches. Cops said it was a gang thing—some random shot from a fight out at sea. Three days later, Oliver woke up. The second he saw me at his side, his eyes lit up. "You stayed! Does that mean you still care? Just one chance, Cecelia—I'll make you fall for me again—" "Oliver," I cut in. "I never lost my memory." His face cracked—shock first, then panic.

"See, sir? Everything seems fine. Maybe you overreacted?" But I rushed past her, going to meet Onyx, her face was red like she had been crying for a long time. My eyes darted back to the bed where Olivia lay. I shook her shoulders, so she could wake up. "Hey, hey, are you okay?" I whispered urgently. As she stirred, I noticed blood dripping from her lips onto the bed. "OLIVIA!" I screamed, holding her body and shaking her back to life. The scream woke the man next to her up as he jumped off the bed with red eyes.

His mind kept reminding him of his regrets about Sherly, and just like that, Oliver surrendered to the void. *********************** Oliver opened his eyes to the surrounding noise. He groaned when a blinding light welcomed him. “You’re awake.” It was Frank. Oliver covered his eyes with his palm for a second. “Where am I?” He removed his hand and faced his friend. “What happened?”

'What a nice yet weird dream.' Oliver thought as he woke up but suddenly he felt like he wasn't hugging a pillow but rather a person. His heartbeat couldn't help but skip a bit as he tried catching a glimpse of the person in the dark room. 'I-I-Impossible, I thought she said she would go sleep somewhere. How come she's in my arms? Am I hallucinating? Too many drinks I guess.' Feeling her soft body, Oliver's third brother couldn't help but awake. The heat which Oliver tried calming by taking a cold shower was suddenly awakened.

Claire cried out as she reached her third orgasm and Oliver pounded into her harder and faster until a stream of liquid squirted out of her. Seeing this, Oliver groaned and shot his load inside Claire’s core. Claire slumped on top of Oliver and the exhaustion from the long flight soon consumed them both. They drifted off to sleep while still connected to each other. … Meanwhile, back in Brentwood city, a man went home and an elderly woman yelled at him, “What have you been doing all this while? Why is Oliver still alive when he's supposed to be dead?”

Stop your foolishness now, you'll never win " Nathaniel says before leaving. Oliver is left on the floor bleeding, he tries to crawl but his ribs are killing him, his losing blood and everything goes dark. Melody finished her coffee and decided to go back to her hotel room to have a talk with Oliver she knows something is up Oliver is acting weird and that's not like him.

They wouldn’t dare hurt Oliver, would they? Oliver POV: I wake up with that throbbing pain in my head again, those fucking demon wolves did a magnificent job in messing with my brain, they should be fucking proud. I will definitively make them pay, for this and for everything else. I go out on the terrace, maybe the fresh air will soothe my headache, and I should grab something to eat, I am so hungry I could eat a horse. The maid brings me a trail of food, an odd feeling of guilt washes over me as I finish it in no time. Why should I feel guilty for enjoying the food and the cool air from my own terrace?

Oliver was laid on the bed, half-dressed and clutching a corked bottle of claret. “Oliver?” he said in a tone more gentle than angry. Childhood memories flooded back to him, especially after the death of their parents when Oliver frequently took to staring at the ceiling, pretending the world was no longer turning, even if only for a while. “Leave me,” he snapped back. “I can’t. Lady Lupton has concerns about today.” Oliver scoffed, sat up enough to swig his drink and lay back down. “I would say she is right to be worried Brother. It has been quite the surprising reversal of fortune wouldn’t you say. Your time in the sunshine, mine to lurk in the dark like a rat.”

He took me in his arms, pressed the muzzle of the gun to my temple. "All of you will rot along with me and her," he yelled at the policemen. He loaded his gun, I closed my eyes, I saw my whole life go through my mind in a matter of seconds. I would die, this time if I would. My tears fell. I could hear Max's desperate cries at not being able to do anything. I heard a loud detonation, I clasped my eyes as much as I could, but I felt that Oliver's arms were leaving me, I opened my eyes and saw Oliver's body collapse, in his head there was a large hole, you could see small pieces of his brain mass on the floor. I turned to look to the sides, the lights of the patrol cars blinded me, I just saw Max come running over me along with the other policemen, to the point of fainting.

Doctor Jessy said goodbye and then walked away, leaving Olivia with a questioning face. "Celine, you are all right, right?" Olivia only nodded briefly. He was still confused, why everyone around him felt strange. Moreover, they kept calling Celine's name. "What do you need, my granddaughter?" asked an old woman, whom Olivia believed was the grandmother of the man named Celine. "Mirror. I need a mirror." In order to ascertain what happened, Olivia needed a mirror. As far as he can remember, during the accident he was seriously injured. However, when his eyes glanced at the hands, he did not see that there was a scar on them at all.

"Names don't matter, as long as you remember the moment." Elena As the day came to a close, Marco's confrontation still played in my mind, a haunting memory. I sat on a barstool in the diner, the cool surface supporting my leaning head, trapped in my own labyrinth of thoughts. "Elena! Elena!!..." Daren's voice called out, breaking through the quiet. It was time to shut down the diner after a bustling day. "Elena? Are you good?" Daren's touch on my shoulder brought me back to reality. I sprang off the stool, disoriented, my movements aimless, like a leaf caught in a whirlwind.

Shawn invited Oliver to drink because he was really having problems with Harah. "What's going on with you?" Oliver frowned when he asked Shawn. Oliver holds the wine in his right hand while sitting cross-legged. His left hand was down as he watched Shawn. Just now, Oliver saw Shawn get frustrated and you thought the sky and the earth had crashed. Back then, any problem with Shawn was just basic because he was a genius. Now he seems like a normal person, struggling and confused.