Beck Oliver Novels & Stories

Olivia nodded. " I'll be right down. Thank you." She wore the black peep toe heels her father had gotten her. It was the first gift he had ever gotten her and she despised it with so much passion. She'd never wear it again and she was sure of that. She descended the and met Mr Payne standing by the front door.

" I know how to spot liars I was trained to spot why is that he comes across as someone who's done research on me and he just asked me to help him run things before it even comes back and he doesn't look well for a man his age he seems a bit stressed and he seems as if he's liking so many holes in a sinking ship but this is not a sinking ship so I'm glad you're here after this whole campaign drive I would actually like to prepare the guys for media day but I also still need you around just to make sure that I've got someone who's in my corner supporting me." " Oliver doesn't like the fact that you are going out or let me just put it this way Oliver does not like the fact that as boss is in l

I saw Oliver nod in my peripheral vision, "Yeah. It's been three years. And he also works a few jobs around the pack. Then he's also on the hockey team. He's the captain." "Captain of the hockey team and he works around the pack? That must be very hectic." I wondered. "It is. Most of the time I see him, he looks utterly spent. But he works and provides for himself so I have huge respect for him." That's right. Even my heart developed a sliver of respect for him, though I was still wary of him. What Anjelo said is too frightening to look away. He killed someone. Again, as if Oliver read my mind, he answered that question, "It was an accident, Carol."

Noel exhaled deeply, and there was a slight hint of envy in his tone as he spoke, “As expected, he won, and he won without contest. The guy who instigated Oliver only managed to endure three attacks from Oliver before Oliver managed to stab him in the chest, and blood literally splattered all over the floor. Fortunately, Oliver knew the boundaries and stopped in the end. That person wasn’t badly wounded, but his wounds were serious enough to make him bedridden for a month or two.”

Adam let out a soft whimper just as Oliver spoke again. “I have never had a threesome,” Oliver said, looking at Bev as he spoke. Bev said a few swear words under her breath before downing her shot. She didn’t seem embarrassed to be the only one of us drinking but that might be because she was too busy glaring at Oliver.

Stryker, seeming annoyed. "H-hi, I am, no, My name is Bobby, I am from the uhm, ID." A boy who looked 15, brown hair, brown eyes, about 5'0, wearing spectacles and a white lab coat. "Kelly Crawford, 2 years ATD, a year AD." Kelly has always been straightforward and to the point. "Hi, I'm Katarina Clyde, I was an ATD agent for a year and a half, and have been serving as an SD agent for a year."

Oliver looked at Logan and nodded his head as a greeting and then at Jake, who was an unknown face, then at Joanna, who bowed her head, looking at him after all he was marked and mated with the queen, and then at Bruce. “You seem familiar. Have we met before?” He couldn’t help but ask. Bruce didn’t know what to say. If he would lie, he might get caught. But thanks to Calvin, who answered instead of him. “Uncle Oliver,” He said, rubbing his eyes. “Good Morning.” “Good Morning, Dear.” “My name, Uncle?” Calvin asked, arching his brow just like Colton. “Umm… Colton?” Oliver guessed but seeing his nephew's sad face; he realized that he was wrong. “Calvin.”

replied Holly. "Ahh... the famous Ivy May drones, I presume. This gets interesting." said Oliver, turning his attention back to Don Krauser and his crew. "So, back to my question, Don Krauser, do you still want to call my distant relative Don Charles?" asked Oliver. "Wait, what? Distant relative?" asked Don Krauser in shock. "It's a good thing we are here in the forest, away from prying eyes and ears." said Oliver. "That's right, Don Krauser. My real name is Oliver Smith. Don Charles Smith is my distant relative."

“Hi! I'm Oliver Hall. CEO of Olie's design.” His oblong-shaped face was graced with a gorgeous smile that spread all the way to his honey-brown eyes as he extended his hand to me for a handshake. “Hi…hi!” My heart was beating so loudly in my chest that I failed to hear my nervous voice as I shook his hand briefly, and damn! His palm was so warm.

Oliver screamed in an equally angry tone before kicking the dead body. He just kicked someone dead! "Who the fuck are you, Mr. Oliver Taylor?”