Dr Oliver Thredson Novels & Stories

Kira’s smile tilted, like she was seeing something ahead and was content to let it arrive in its own time. Evening folded in easy. Oliver lit the lamps while Jenna sorted the herbs she could reach from the table. When she fumbled a jar, he caught it without looking, reflexes honed on darker nights than this one. “Dinner,” he decided, and set about it with the competence of a man who understood that care is a language. She told him about the day Blaze took his first step across this very floor and how proud she was of the man he had become. Oliver told her about the oath he swore the day Thorn pulled him out of a border war with nothing left but a blade and a reason. “He gave me work that mat

"I broke every code of the Lane Crime Family, Oliver. I let a regular syndicate soldier pin me against the wall and put his massive cock inside me. I am supposed to be the heir to the family bloodline, and I acted like a cheap whore in the compound washroom." "Maybe you needed it," Oliver Queen grunts, stepping closer, his fingers dragging across the front of Rodolpho's trousers. "Your husband, Clark Kent, spends all his time watching surveillance feeds of other men taking what belongs to him. He doesn't give you that hard, raw pounding you crave."

Trenor proceeded to make calls alongside his father to confirm what was on the flash and do more investigation on their enemy. They hadn't had time to breathe when the door was pushed open by Joseph and his family. He immediately toddled to Olivia's side, “I came with my dad today, he's a genius doctor and can definitely wake her up. I'm starving,” he grumbled as his dad exchanged greetings with them. Doctor Antonio had a rectangle shaped spectacle with gold rims seated on his nose bridge as he smiled warmly at Zenith who stood up to return his greetings. He looked younger for his age, a forty years old man looking like he was only thirty and beside him was his second wife.

Oscar provided invaluable insight in the simple answer of Doctor Emily Howards, who had been Bo’s mentor during his time at the hospital, and invaluable when he first started working at Bellevue. Her number was found in the Hospital directory, and Lydia called after rehearsal from the back of a cab, her voice pristine and clear as she introduced herself to the woman, and informed her of the current situation. “You want to file a complaint, against a therapist who is not yours, on behalf of Oliver, who I know to speak his mind in all situations?” The doctor’s voice was entirely full of disbelief as she summarized everything that Lydia had just told her. She sounded as though she were shaking

Anytime spent dreaming of kissing Amelia was time well spent. The problems of the pack waited for no man, though, least of all me. So, despite my grumbling, I still picked up the phone and brought it to my ear. “Hello?” “Alpha Damien, this is Dr. Oliver from the hospital,” a man said on the other end of the line. I tried to picture Dr. Oliver, one of Dr. Wyatt’s colleagues. He wasn’t nearly as talented as she was, and always made complaints during the yearly budget meetings that the doctors’ salaries weren’t high enough – despite him comfortably affording multiple homes and cars.

' I thought to myself and frowned, making a mental note to make sure I gave him my mouthwash. “Mr. Pat, I'm not here to play games with you. Where is my money?” I heard the red-eyed man ask and man! His voice was worth swooning over. His physique was great, handsomeness beyond human's comprehension, and I was certain that beneath those clothes were fine abs! I snapped out of my Dreamland when I heard the conversation ongoing between him and my father.

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

Never would she have thought that four years later, he would once again ruin everything she had for another woman. Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable! “Oliver James?” John was completely lost. He looked at Olivia confused. “Liv, who’s Oliver?” Hearing that, Olivia snorted. “Stop acting, John. You’re not good at it.” Oliver was an assistant director of Freeman Group’s overseas company. As CEO of the Freeman Group, how could John not know who he was? Who would even believe that? “I told you, as long as Hera doesn’t harm Lyla or anyone around me, I wouldn’t go looking for trouble with her. Was it really necessary to harm Fred for her like this?”

was very much alive, and he was orchestrating a symphony of destruction. Oliver stood before a wall of monitors, the blue light reflecting in his eyes. He wore a simple black turtleneck and tailored trousers, a stark contrast to the flamboyant suits he used to wear for office purposes. Here, in the shadows of his own making, he didn't need to pretend. He was the architect of a new world order, and the foundations of the old one were about to crumble. Beside him, Christina Connors sat at a sleek console, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. She was no longer the hesitant woman who had once been caught between her family’s cruelty and her husband’s supposed weakness. She was Oliver’s silen

"Okay, then you go in. Interrupt the surgery. If anything happens to Olwen, you will be responsible." Suddenly Bertha let go of Mrs. Darla, she crossed her arms over her chest, looking coldly at the older woman. Mrs. Darla staggered two steps before standing. She couldn't believe it and looked at Bertha. "Do you dare to operate on Olwen?" "Yes, but the doctor who operated on her is Dante, he is an extremely good master in medicine, has won countless international awards, and is at the top of the surgical world. As long as the surgery was done by him, nothing failed."