Novel & Cerita Delirium Oliver Novel

His mind kept reminding him of his regrets about Sherly, and just like that, Oliver surrendered to the void. *********************** Oliver opened his eyes to the surrounding noise. He groaned when a blinding light welcomed him. “You’re awake.” It was Frank. Oliver covered his eyes with his palm for a second. “Where am I?” He removed his hand and faced his friend. “What happened?”

'What a nice yet weird dream.' Oliver thought as he woke up but suddenly he felt like he wasn't hugging a pillow but rather a person. His heartbeat couldn't help but skip a bit as he tried catching a glimpse of the person in the dark room. 'I-I-Impossible, I thought she said she would go sleep somewhere. How come she's in my arms? Am I hallucinating? Too many drinks I guess.' Feeling her soft body, Oliver's third brother couldn't help but awake. The heat which Oliver tried calming by taking a cold shower was suddenly awakened.

Claire cried out as she reached her third orgasm and Oliver pounded into her harder and faster until a stream of liquid squirted out of her. Seeing this, Oliver groaned and shot his load inside Claire’s core. Claire slumped on top of Oliver and the exhaustion from the long flight soon consumed them both. They drifted off to sleep while still connected to each other. … Meanwhile, back in Brentwood city, a man went home and an elderly woman yelled at him, “What have you been doing all this while? Why is Oliver still alive when he's supposed to be dead?”

Stop your foolishness now, you'll never win " Nathaniel says before leaving. Oliver is left on the floor bleeding, he tries to crawl but his ribs are killing him, his losing blood and everything goes dark. Melody finished her coffee and decided to go back to her hotel room to have a talk with Oliver she knows something is up Oliver is acting weird and that's not like him.

They wouldn’t dare hurt Oliver, would they? Oliver POV: I wake up with that throbbing pain in my head again, those fucking demon wolves did a magnificent job in messing with my brain, they should be fucking proud. I will definitively make them pay, for this and for everything else. I go out on the terrace, maybe the fresh air will soothe my headache, and I should grab something to eat, I am so hungry I could eat a horse. The maid brings me a trail of food, an odd feeling of guilt washes over me as I finish it in no time. Why should I feel guilty for enjoying the food and the cool air from my own terrace?

Oliver was laid on the bed, half-dressed and clutching a corked bottle of claret. “Oliver?” he said in a tone more gentle than angry. Childhood memories flooded back to him, especially after the death of their parents when Oliver frequently took to staring at the ceiling, pretending the world was no longer turning, even if only for a while. “Leave me,” he snapped back. “I can’t. Lady Lupton has concerns about today.” Oliver scoffed, sat up enough to swig his drink and lay back down. “I would say she is right to be worried Brother. It has been quite the surprising reversal of fortune wouldn’t you say. Your time in the sunshine, mine to lurk in the dark like a rat.”

He took me in his arms, pressed the muzzle of the gun to my temple. "All of you will rot along with me and her," he yelled at the policemen. He loaded his gun, I closed my eyes, I saw my whole life go through my mind in a matter of seconds. I would die, this time if I would. My tears fell. I could hear Max's desperate cries at not being able to do anything. I heard a loud detonation, I clasped my eyes as much as I could, but I felt that Oliver's arms were leaving me, I opened my eyes and saw Oliver's body collapse, in his head there was a large hole, you could see small pieces of his brain mass on the floor. I turned to look to the sides, the lights of the patrol cars blinded me, I ju

Doctor Jessy said goodbye and then walked away, leaving Olivia with a questioning face. "Celine, you are all right, right?" Olivia only nodded briefly. He was still confused, why everyone around him felt strange. Moreover, they kept calling Celine's name. "What do you need, my granddaughter?" asked an old woman, whom Olivia believed was the grandmother of the man named Celine. "Mirror. I need a mirror." In order to ascertain what happened, Olivia needed a mirror. As far as he can remember, during the accident he was seriously injured. However, when his eyes glanced at the hands, he did not see that there was a scar on them at all.

"Names don't matter, as long as you remember the moment." Elena As the day came to a close, Marco's confrontation still played in my mind, a haunting memory. I sat on a barstool in the diner, the cool surface supporting my leaning head, trapped in my own labyrinth of thoughts. "Elena! Elena!!..." Daren's voice called out, breaking through the quiet. It was time to shut down the diner after a bustling day. "Elena? Are you good?" Daren's touch on my shoulder brought me back to reality. I sprang off the stool, disoriented, my movements aimless, like a leaf caught in a whirlwind.

Shawn invited Oliver to drink because he was really having problems with Harah. "What's going on with you?" Oliver frowned when he asked Shawn. Oliver holds the wine in his right hand while sitting cross-legged. His left hand was down as he watched Shawn. Just now, Oliver saw Shawn get frustrated and you thought the sky and the earth had crashed. Back then, any problem with Shawn was just basic because he was a genius. Now he seems like a normal person, struggling and confused.