Beck Oliver Novels & Stories

he retorted "It does doesn't it... that's the same way I felt when I saw my precious Becca about getting killed!!" he yelled angrily "W...what do you mean?" Penny asked fearfully trying to break free from his grip "Let me brief you bîtch... you're mother Chelsea fûcking killed the love of my life! ... Chelsea killed Becca right in front of me..!!"he yelled breathing hard .... Max became speechless...so Oliver is doing all this cause of revenge he thought

She explained shrugging to then extend the glass with the soda to Olivia. After that, something strange happened, Livie asked me to dance, so I took it as a free way to escape from that nest of snakes, and, when we were like thirty minutes dancing and creating our world apart in that shitty party full of gangsters and bandits, I felt a liquid touch my arm and I heard Olivia's gasp, and then I felt a fetid smell coming from her. “Are you okay?” A bald guy asked. The one who had thrown his drink on her, she nodded and without apologizing, the very idiot continued on his way as if nothing had happened. I was going to say a few things to him when Hillary and Cindy showed up.

What about Olivia? ***

My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties. “By the fates,” he adjusted the black rim glasses on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trailed from me to Keyleth and then behind my back. “Oliver, what brings you here b—” “We need your help, please.” His expression flattened out and he opened the door wider, giving us space to walk in. The wooden door closed shut behind us, rattling the floor boards. “Somehow, you always manage to find yourself in something” I let the body drop from my back down to the floor with a loud thud. I could give one fuck what happened to the wolven right now. My back w

Unless she could assassinate Derrick before then. "Yes, Mom. I have. Hurry up with your bath, as I would like to go to the mall today and not stay bored at home," Oliver said. Miranda observed his expressionless face as he got down from his chair, walked to the living room couch, and sat on one of the seven black couches.

"Everything isn’t going to be about you anymore, Zachary Maverick. I’ve had enough! If you or anyone else tries to bully me again, I’ll make life hell for you all!" Olivia yelled, her voice dripping with venom. "Oh, I’m so scared," Zach smirked, recovering from his dazed state. Then, without warning, he flipped her over, ignoring the stain their contact caused. Now, he was on top of her, their eyes locked. Oh my goodness.

I'll just have to wait and see. Oliver finally arrived when it was almost noon, and once again, he tossed a bundle of cash over to Blondie to switch off all cameras and voice recorders. I sniffed, a very strange cologne was coming from Oliver. He eyed me and I eyed him back." Why the fuck do you smell like a woman?" He sniffed himself, scrunching up his nose." I think I smell normal." I glared at him." You smell like a baby's ass. That's not your usual cologne."

“It seems one of your lapdogs was caught by my team and barked quite a lot. You’d better be more careful from now on.” Oliver’s face went white. The phone slipped from his grasp and landed on the thick carpet with a muffled thud. A cold sweat broke out on his brow. They knew. Ashton Knight knew everything. “Damn it!” Oliver cursed, his voice trembling with a mixture of fury and immense fear. “DAMN IT! THAT BASTARD!” ***

With a groan, I settled back down, curling up on the bed or table or whatever this thing was that I was lying on. "I'm still thirsty," I said, gesturing for the cup of water he'd put down for me earlier. He nodded and handed it to me, staying close as I took another few sips. God... It was hard not to down it all in one go. "My name is Oliver, by the way. But most people call me Olli," he announced with a proud smile. I nodded, unimpressed. "That's great. And what are you? An exploited child actor? Some important person on the crew's kid?"

I said mockingly. "You don't believe it's intriguing?" Oliver asked, raising an eyebrow. "I simply don't think the overhead cables did all that." I said "What else could have caused it?" Oliver asked in his standard scientific way, motioning to the location of destruction before them. I grinned mindfully. Oliver was more intelligent and the vast majority gave him credit for that. He always appeared smart and trimmed, he wore all the right garments, he captained the all-state golf crew, and he was from a popular and well regarded family. What's more, he knew how to relax around individuals who made a difference and discuss intriguing things.