Delirium Oliver Novel Novels & Stories

I glanced at the clock in the den… “In the next fifteen minutes, they have orders to kill her” I watched Andres stiffen and his eyes turn black right before he turned to Oliver “How true is this?” He growled Oliver raised his head, blood dripping from his nose and mouth swollen from the blows he had received. “Checkmate” He said and then began laughing hysterically. My blood boiled as I glared at the bastard wanting nothing more than to stab his eyes and cut off his fingers, the same he wanted to wed me with and touch me with. Andres chuckled softly causing Oliver to pause in his madness

He went straight to the point of his main concern, looking back and forth at the duo. "And that exactly is where the problem lies. You can't remember anything and that feels like the worst bad luck ever. Else, I had be willing to go right there with you and beat all those dumbo niggas that drugged you into comas. Had you remembered, it would have spared everyone the worry as the culprits would have been six feets below the ground already." Oliver glowered, flexing his knuckles: the cracks from it giving him the needed sweetening shrills.

He'd never read Dickens before, but he was sure that wasn't the real reason why he couldn't really follow the narrative, the words and letters in front of him were only black spots on the white paper, making no sense whatsoever , as his mind kept drifting to what had happened earlier today. That, and the fact he hadn’t seen Callum in a while was making things everything but make sense. The only person that had come talk to him that day was Della. Neither Adellia, or Jenny and Percy had inquired after the night Callum had gotten home and Oliver decided they’d probably assumed he had just been drunk. Oliver was beginning to hate the fact how everyone dismissed everything that happened to the L

She ate just a little and then went to sleep in one of the rooms in the apartment. The next day, when Oliver woke up, he felt light and relaxed, after making breakfast he went to Ella’s room and knocked before going inside. But when he went inside, the room was empty with a note on the bedside table, written by Ella. “DEAR OLIVER, I CAN NEVER START MY LIFE WITH ANYONE BECAUSE MY LIFE HAS BEEN GONE WITH THE DEVIL. THE DEVIL WHOM I LOVED DEEPLY AND WOULD LOVE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. I DON'T THINK THAT I AM WORTHY OF ANY MAN IN THIS LIFE AFTER HIM AND I AM GLAD THAT I AM NOT BECAUSE WHAT HE GOT FOR ME AND WHAT I HAVE FOR HIM IS SOMETHING THAT IS VERY UNIQUE AND SPECIAL. EVEN WHEN HE IS GONE FR

She turned off all the lights and went upstairs to check on Eli. She got into bed and stretched out, taking a deep breath in. She still entertained some desire for him, but they had their chance together and they’d blown it. Dean was strictly off limits. The morning sunlight filtering through the curtains announced Sunday morning. Olivia lay in her bed. Thoughts of Dean had kept her tossing and turning all night. Thoughts of Jack somehow discovering he has a grandson hadn’t helped. She did not know how Jack might use that information, but she knew too well not to underestimate the evil of Jack Grayson.

he shouted, his voice breaking. A group of nurses rushed towards us with a stretcher and Lucia was placed on it before being rushed to the emergency room. A nurse stopped Oliver from entering as the door was shut right in his face. I went and sat in the lobby as I watched Oliver pacing the hallway, frantic with worry. I have never seen Oliver disturbed in my entire life until that day. After a few minutes, the nurse opened the door, Oliver wiped the beads of sweat that glistened on his forehead as he ran to him.

Oliver always said he wanted to be close by just in case. Oliver was a computer genius. He could hack into any system .. and do any and everything with high tech equipment. He kept his laptop on him at all times. But if something went wrong with our mainframe… he’d need to be here in this building. And that would be one of those emergency situations so .. he wanted to be here, to live here close by. Just in case …

The cotton swabs and hair ties she had stocked up on were removed from the cabinet. He inspected the storage. All the scented candles, plush slippers, and even a box of honey grapefruit tea with a note “Hangover cure for you” were gone. It was as if the entire villa had been reformatted like a hard disk drive. All traces of her existence were wiped off. He felt the final bit of his strength draining away. He slumped to the floor and began to gasp for breath. A never-before-felt wave of regret washed over him and turned him numb from head to toe. If he concentrated, he could hear the sound of his heart breaking.

But how could I, one person, overpower three strong men? John pinned down my legs. Tom locked my arms. Jack pressed his hand firmly over my mouth to keep me from making any sound. Chloe pressed down on top of me, her foul breath spraying across my face. I felt dizzy and nauseous. "Stop struggling. It's useless!" Jack snarled viciously. "This is happening today, whether you like it or not!"

but this? Fuck. "I need a drink," before I even finished my words Oliver was already on his feet, practically running towards the mini bar. He took the strongest drink on the rack and two cups and I could tell he also needed something to get over things we've just found out. I'm not surprised Derrick finally chose to go to prison, giving up everything, after all he's done to have it. He doesn't know how to deal with this shit and honestly, I still don't know.