Bmth Ollie Novels & Stories

I asked. For an answer, Ollie popped out the ear-pod in his right ear. “I can’t really hear much else when I’ve got Coldplay on replay.” Huh, he liked the same band I did. Not that this was a unique thing. Everyone loved Coldplay. “And you didn’t see the huge truck flying straight at you?” I pressed. Ollie shrugged. “It wasn’t there when I looked.” He was frowning at me, almost like he knew what I was about to ask next. That didn’t stop me from asking it though. “You didn’t... you didn’t try to...”

“I’ve heard ever such a lot about you.” “All good, I hope,” he joked, his cheeks ruddy beneath his kind blue eyes. Ollie looked like an advertisement for the perfect Christian son, the sort that helped his parents bake apple pies on a Sunday afternoon. He was dressed simply, plainly, in a checked shirt and jeans, a letterman jacket thrown over the top, with a pair of muddied sneakers. He looked gentle, and though his eyes had flickered to me as I’d spoken, they’d darted immediately back to Kathrena.

This could not be an accident. "I'm sorry. I thought that you were no longer in this world throughout the years, and didn't go looking for you. I was wrong..." Ollie wrapped his arms around her neck abruptly before rubbing his chin against the crook of her neck. "I never once blamed you, Mommy. "You're finally back! Finally, I won't be called a b*stard child anymore! Oh, Mommy…" Ollie had always been introverted and would not even cry too loudly. However, his sweet voice was filled with bitterness the moment he burst out crying.

And then systematically Maxwell beat Benjamin into a bloody mess. "Look at him!" Benjamin shrieked, totally unaware of how pathetic he looked in the video. "He blindsided me! He cheated! Get his plate number, Ollie! Zoom in!" Ollie leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. He paused the video. He rewound it and replayed it frame by frame. He tried to get a clear shot of the McLaren's rear. But as the video played, Ollie’s expression darkened. "Damn it," Ollie cursed, slamming his fist onto the armrest.

I always see everything. That was the thing about Ollie. His whole life was a performance, and I don’t mean his streams. Even in the daylight, even in class, even with his friends—every smile, every laugh, every shrug was practiced, rehearsed. A mask to cover the cracks underneath. But cracks have a way of widening. And I knew exactly how to push.

A voice much deeper than Lincoln's spoke up behind Ollie. “Not if I take him first,” EJ said. Smiling down at the Omega as he approached. Ollie's breath caught in his throat at the sound of EJ's voice. He slowly turned and tilted his head back as he looked up, craning his neck back until he finally met the eyes of the massive man in front of him. When he did, Ollie's eyes widened. He didn't know whether to be happy or terrified. He wasn't expecting this so soon. He was still recovering from what happened.

I have never met a man with worse luck when it comes to keeping an assistant. “Hey guys, we still waiting on Deek?” Ollie connects next– to no one’s surprise– with his customary greeting, light brown curls flopping into his face as he tries to eat politely on a video call. Oliver and Derek have some kind of rivalry going on that I’ve never gotten to the bottom of– something about a girl in college, maybe?

I shouted and pressed the bell a few more times to be sure. The door flew open to reveal Ollie in all his glory. He looked quite surprised and raised his eyebrows questioningly instead of a greeting. But I just stared with interest for a while. Black jeans with a chain hanging from the loops, metal band Divine Heresy t-shirt, shaved ponytail, chocolate eyes and all. Damn, work!

I was about to speak again when I heard the noise and it was followed by a footstep, before I could utter any word, I realized who it was Liam I instantly stood up, and Ollie turned to look at him He has a five year old kid, that looked nothing like him, he didn’t even have the same hair as him or the same eyes; his face was nothing like his either. “What are you doing up?.” “Belle made me the best grilled cheese ever.” He smiled. A she ate some, Laim stared at me and the moment he did, I looked away form him. —- Every second was painful waiting for Ollie to finis his mela and when he did, I helped him with a cold glass of milk, it always helped Ethan to sleep.

Olivia exclaimed blushing. "I had already worried that you didn't show interest in the opposite sex.” he continued, ignoring her. “Huh?” “With your age and you only talked about music and movies? I thought…” “Stop!” Exclaimed Livie in horror, getting up from the sofa “I can't hear any more of this, we'll be in my room watching a movie.” "But he's a man, darling.” “Really? I thought he was a bird” She ironized, twisting her eyes “Dad, it's Mark, you've known him since he was thirteen.”