Beck Oliver Novels & Stories

«FALL OF A HOLLYWOOD HEARTTHROB: OLIVER MARTINS EMBROILED IN SCANDAL In a shocking turn of events, A-list actor Oliver Martins has found himself at the center of a scandal that threatens to destroy his career. The actor, known for his charming on-screen presence and versatility, has been accused of attempting to assault his co-star, Jessica Belles of their upcoming romantic drama, "Love's Eternal Flame" that is to air today.

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?”

“Oliver is—” Ah. My six-month anniversary is today, but almost no one knows. Oliver doesn’t like school gossip, and I’m happy as long as he is. But… I cut myself off, glancing up at Alex, hoping he doesn’t know the name. But of course he does, thick black eyebrows raised in surprise. His grin turns playful, so I try making my expression as steely as possible “Oliver Oakley? Yeah…great asset to the team. A real fun guy.” He gasps, and I jolt slightly. “Speaking of fun, Gunther’s throwin' a party while his folks are out. Go drop by. You might see something fun.”

Oliver “Oliver Graham, get your keister moving! The boss will be in any minute!” I groaned as I rolled off of my bed in the back of the workshop. Sleep had glued my eyes shut during the night. I aggressively rubbed at my lids, just trying to be able to pry them open. My name is Oliver Graham. The year is 1934, and I turned twenty-two a few months ago. I didn’t think there was anything too special about me.

Oliver wipes his mouth with a paper napkin, leans back against the pillows, and flashes me an irreverent, worrisome grin. "You seem to be in a very good mood," Oliver notes, his tone shifting instantly from domestic warmth to seductive devil. "Let’s talk about getting me in front of a computer terminal so I can destroy Senator Scott."

Oliver had also just walked in without knocking and overheard Douglas' last words, taking the opportunity to tease me. Oliver Mackenzie is my lawyer, both in matters related to the company and personal issues. He was multifunctional, I used to joke, but he had an entire team to provide the necessary support for his work, as well as great prestige for representing such an important company like Reloading Inc.

I think the owl had been a test. Oliver, that’s the guy’s name, wanted to see if I would actually do it. I did, I killed him with my bare hands, then I took a picture of his dead body, before racing off and vomiting on a mountain. The force of my dry heaves started an avalanche which thankfully covered what little I had vomited up.

“Oh, and you don’t think I love the living shit out of Evelyn Delmore? She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me. “ I search his face for any doubt, but his golden eyes seem to sparkle brighter than ever before. I never considered that he could commit, Oliver has never been a fuck boy per se, but before Evelyn, he always had these one-night stands. The night club called to him as much as a race track did. “Evelyn is so... responsible.” I insist. I think this should scare him. Maybe he hasn’t thought it through. After all, impulsiveness is his thing.

Bradley Oliver Jones Bo, Bowie, Oliver, Oli. 28 years old February 9th, 1985 Occupation: Broadway Performer (previously), Composer, Musician, Writer. 6 ft, 1 in Dark Brown hair Dark Blue eyes Flying Dumbo tattoo on upper forearm. Hello, I have Nickolas Holt in my mind as the character of "Bradley Oliver Jones." I have to write at least 100 words for each chapter, so some background on Bo:

everyone said "Here," Dad said as he gave Oliver a glass of whiskey "Who are you? And why do Nick and I look like you," Oliver asked Dad "Oliver this is your father, Andrei," Daddy said "What?" He asked and looked at both Daddy and Dad "You're my, Nick, and Olive's father?" over asked "Yes," Dad said Oliver nodded his head and looked at me "You look fat," He said "Ouch asshole," I said after gasping "She's pregnant, ass," Alex said