Beck Oliver Novels & Stories

I said "Sure," they said and grabbed their laptops we started tipping and Oliver stopped "He's in Italy," Oliver said "And his wife is in Europe," El said "Okay, we need real proof about this," Oscar said "Oliver where is the son?" I asked while tipping "I thought you were finding that out," he said shaking his head and then started tipping again "He's in Los Angeles," Oliver said "Fuck Ralph call Jax or Caleb make sure they're okay," I said and started tipping faster

The guys don’t even know whether he was still living or not. Due to the fact that Oliver have a small chat with the people that we have been looking up. He was an agent in the underworld. Even though he can't stay like it forever, he truly believes in that person. He never failed any work that Oliver have offered. He have also been good. Whatever he do, he never been late in providing the informations which is the reason why he is a loss for Oliver.

Chloe said without any rumors Oliver had an emotionless look on his face, if only they knew what was installed for them by the end of today. Tears rolled down from Nuella’s eyes at her statement. “Just take us there” Oliver said calmly Chloe looked at him and smiled “The Almighty Oliver has suddenly become so calm, who would have thought” she smirked like she had won a lottery for taking the child of the most feared man in the city. “It was true when they said that even the mighty falls” she added

“Oliver, meet Bella Martinez, our new design consultant.” Oliver stepped forward, a charming smile playing on his lips. He was dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit—a leather jacket over a fitted black shirt, jeans, and well-worn boots. His eyes held a spark of curiosity as he extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bella. I see the Langston company has a thing for hiring beautiful ladies.” He threw a playful glance at Adrian who just adjusted his sitting position. I shook his hand, feeling a surprising warmth in his grip. “Nice to meet you, Oliver. I didn’t realize Adrian had a brother.”

"You're not the Eleanor I know, you're not that person, I mean look at you, you look like a monster." "I am not a monster," Eleanor said genuinely hurt by the way Oliver was acting. Was all this because his family was around, and who gave him the right to call her a monster, who gave anyone the right to even think she is a monster? Oliver was just acting like a full-on git and he was just making such a big deal over what was happening. He was busy calling her a monster while he was also protecting the witch that slammed his father against a tree and had his sister hung in the air like some laundry that has been set out to dry.

you know the type;the ones that believe they can/ have to save the world " "babe, I know you have had hard just think about Oliver he had to date her .. thank god we don't to subject him anymore to her childish antics. The boss is a genius to find a distraction to keep that nosy reporter to find out his true idenity".gabe stated "on that note oliver is suppose to arrive any minute a little surprise for the boss himself" Margo sinisterly laughed

The boys instantly heed to her beck and call, fawning over her and her injuries. Carden’s head whips back as he hollers my name. I don’t come. He says it once more, more aggressive this time. His deep voice echoes down the street. If no one realized I was back in town, they do now. Oliver slips away from the girl. His shirt front is streaked with blood. Stopping a few feet away, he looks at me. “Nineteen, we need your help.” He’s trying to be charming by calling me Nineteen. “You’re a soldier and a bullheaded girl that doesn’t shy away from a fight, so let’s go get the creep that did this.” And there it goes. Bullheaded. Those are charming words that any girl would love to hear.

Oliver commented, looking at me with a smirk. A nervous chuckle escaped me. “I think he is simply a nice person.” Oliver snorted. “You can say a lot of things about my boss, but I would never call him ‘nice.’ He is composed, rational, and calculative. He is not necessarily violent, but I bet that he would love to start his day drinking blood of his enemies instead of coffee.” Joy blinked. “Now you caught my attention. Do tell us more.”

he replied. "Those are amongst the most expensive of our rings here. It definitely worths the price" Beulah stated to which I nodded satisfactorily. "Alright then, package the rings. We'll take'em." Oliver said. "Yes sir. Go over to the counter you saw when you walked in, and pay to the lady there" "Alright" he replied as he walked out. ************* We were about leaving when we heard someone call Oliver. "Oh my gosh! Olly is that you?" We turned at the same time to who it was. Lo and behold, it was Eva!!!