Novel & Cerita Beck Oliver

Oliver confessed. "It is just a blind date; who is it with? "Damien Calloway"

Oliver’s jaw clenched at my reaction. “Believe me or not, he made me question my abilities. That bastard knows how to escape every time and he has an impenetrable defense system. He’s more cunning than a fox.” Oliver stated and sighed. “Look here Watson, one way or another I will kill that bastard. He wants your girl and I have no idea for what but let me tell you, it isn’t for any good. If she is standing with me, she will stay alive or else, I’m not sure.” he shrugged. “The Boss won’t rest until he finds Karolia Kingston.”

I had to act fast. Oliver Newton had to go down.

"Your Excellency." Oliver wanted to cry, but there were no tears. He said in a panic, "I don't know what's wrong with that. Those wooden stakes and stones suddenly moved. It was completely unexpected—" Oliver looked at Darryl and shouted, "It's Darryl. It must be him." Oliver was scared and angry and wanted to blame anyone else but himself. After all, he had made zero contributions and killed nearly a thousand fiend soldiers. If Morticia were to blame him, how could he survive that?

“I think we’ve got our guy. Oliver Steel is the one we’re after.” ~*~

When he lunged towards me, I saw it coming and jumped to the side, letting him barrel past me like a freight train. He huffs and puffs as he runs past me, making him not only look like a freight train, but sound like one. Oliver is like a bull, he only has one gear: forward. His turning radius is a freaking city block. It lets me jump around him and take a huge bite of his left back thigh. Oliver squeals, falling to the ground, blood spurting from his back leg. I dodge his backward kick, but forgot to keep track of Tyger, who barrels into my side.

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."

That way, at least, they would be safer, her father taught her how to hunt, and she knew how to shoot with guns and a bow. Oliver held his breath, clenching his jacket tightly in astonishment. Not that it had never crossed his mind that they might run into Elliot Craig, but... his entrance had scared him so much he was sure he'd pissed himself. Oliver mentally berated himself for not guessing it sooner; the old lady said he and his mother were best friends. He must have thought that Elliot Craig knew he would be passing through here because he lived with his mother in that town before he knew his father. If he hadn't appeared earlier, he wanted to give him hope. He wanted Oliver to feel fals

Oliver came down from the stairs along with Mr Clinton, Derrick glare angrily at her and she just chuckled. She walked to a couch and sit down with a Victory smile. “Good day, sir” Nate greet with his head bow and Mr Clinton nod his head with a smile. He hasn’t been smiling since they came back from the hospital, he can’t imagine he was planning to stop the divorce before, he believe Oliver have been suffering because of him, he knew his son his violate but he still ask him to get married before taking over his properties, he thought getting married will changed him, but it seems he can't change, monster will always been a monster.

Not a favorable sign. "Oliver -" I start when we hear a loud howl and we sprint towards it in seconds. It's Jax and he's not at all estatic. Oliver is the first one that hurls through the canopy of leaves rushing towards the group of human hunters; knocking a few of them down. His paws pressing into their abdomen as he snarls viciously. Another aims his weapon and I attack, trapping his arm between my teeth as the weapon goes off and thankfully it missed Oliver. I return my attention to my bleeding victim, intent on taking his head next if he even bats an eyelash.