Beck Oliver Novels & Stories

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."

We kept eye contact for a while before he talked again, "I wasn't planning on it." Big fucking mistake Mr. Wilson. You just challenged me and the person with nothing to lose is always the most dangerous one. "Come man," my brother wrapped his hand around his shoulder, "let me give you a tour, we'll carry the stuff in later." I walked back upstairs and into my room, I couldn't stop smiling on my way, toying with him was going to be so much fun. Blake's POV John led me into the room in the basement and the moment we got in the room, he pushed me against the wall, he wasn't that much stronger than me but he got me by surprise.

"That's not it. I just didn't want to bother you so much. And you were having a hard time at the company, with the failed deal with the goblins. I didn't want to give you more reasons to worry about because of a stupid nightmare." Rosabella gave a deep sigh." Oh Olly. You could never bother me" she moved closer and gave Olive a hug. Olive burst into tears again. It was weird for her because she didn't really cry much after her father died, but now it seemed like she was crying for all the years she didn't.

Oliver slowly opened his eyes again. As soon as he did, all the rogues were writhing on the hard ground. Some unconscious and others with broken limbs. I snorted and dusted my hands together as Oliver's cunning smile widened, the admiration in his gaze swelled my heart. He sent me a thumbs-up on a job well done. I took a bow, spreading my arms, loving showing off in front of him. "Thank you! Ollie." Moving towards their leader, I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. He yelled out in pain as the tip of my 4-inch heel landed on his temple, I pressed his face further into the asphalt concrete and dragged. Letting his skin peel off from his ugly face.

The smile on his face faints, “I know you don’t like hearing this but, that one is a real gold digger through and through. Good luck, bro.” “Is everyone a gold digger in your eyes now??” I roll my eyes at him, “First Lilith, now Ava Fuller? Would you say the same thing if Scarlett Knight talked to me, too?” “Whatever, bro,” Oliver humphs carelessly, “I once worked on a movie with her, not a huge role. I got her a goodbye present for all the members of the team when I left, and she threw it away on the day. Rumors have it that she’s Knight’s girl, but she keeps a thing with a lot of guys with a big last name, so.”

“something to do with med school.” Moments later, Oliver appeared, backpack slung over one shoulder, hoodie zipped halfway, smile painted perfectly on his face. If Austin hadn’t known better, he’d say Oliver looked fine. But he did know better. There was something just a little too stiff about the smile. Something hollow about the eyes. “Wow, you two actually beat me here,” Oliver said, flopping down next to Austin with a mock gasp. “Didn’t know punctuality was contagious.” Austin chuckled, but his gaze lingered. “You good?”

I was vexed. “Oh my God” Oliver said. He wasn’t able to swallow the chips down through his mouth and his eyes were wide open. “What?” I asked distressfully. He gulped down a mouth full of chips. “Em… That means that he will be after you, now. I wonder what he would do” Oliver said nervously, leaving me there thinking about how my senior year will go now since I mistakenly messed with Aiden Bryce… XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

"You think Mr. Fowler's your backer? Our Mr. Hale beat the crap out of him—punched him right in the face. The guy couldn't even fight back. He's still bruised up and didn't even dare go to the cops." With that, Mitch walked out. Oliver collapsed from the table to the floor, tears streaking down his face. He couldn't believe he had provoked such a powerhouse. Whoever this man was, his connections had to run terrifyingly deep if even Edward didn't dare call the cops. Oliver considered that it might be safer for him to just stay in prison for life. At least in there, no one would cut his tendons and feed him to the sharks.

“Are you trying to force me?” Oliver narrowed his eyes at Adam Hart, the temperature in the room turning to a negative. Adam gulped. Big fat beads of sweat coated his forehead at the threatening look Oliver was giving him. He might have been old, but Oliver was raised by a powerful man. His aura was just like his father, Henry Ford. Dominant, cold and ruthless. “N-no. I’m-” “Good. My answer is no,” Oliver rejected outright and Jessica gasped.

I turned around to see a young man, shirtless with a little too many muscles standing behind us. “Holden!”, Oliver exclaimed and the two of them did a boy hug. “You were gone for a long time Ol!”, Holden said. “Had to save my sister’s ass.”, Oliver smirked, and I glared at him. “You must be the famous Hayley Robinson.”, Holden finally looked at me. “Famous?”, I asked a little confused. “Ol here never stops talking about you. Everyone here knows your favourite colour is black, you sleep with lights on, you need hot water to bathe even in summers and how you snore.”, he said with a smile.