Dr Oliver Thredson Novels & Stories

“The first time I stepped into a showroom, I did not see clothes. I saw an incredibly complex, global system that needed better management. I saw chaos that needed order.” Oliver pauses, a faint smile touching his lips. “And that is how I ended up starting ThreadForms,” he adds, his tone casual despite the weight of what he has just admitted. “Most people in this industry are driven by aesthetics or ego. I was driven by the puzzle.” He catches himself, realizing he was talking about work again, and shift his posture. He reaches for the olive oil bottle and places it exactly where it was before, a small correction to the table’s arrangement. “But you did not ask for my resume,” he says, his i

He did nothing to help, and here he was trying to show his authority over kids he didn't raise and coming back when they were back on their feet. I could tell I was wearing similar expressions as the Vinters. It wasn't hard to hate that man. “How dare you call my wife an outsider?” Tedros asserted, his alpha pheromones filling the air. Before I turned my gaze to look at him, I found something flashing in Freddie's and his wife's eyes. Was it fear? “Tedros,” Belle whispered. Tedros was standing at the rope of the stairs, his gaze lingering on his father, glaring and challenging.

Watching Creedmore go down the cliff. *************** Hey.. what's wrong? Bruce asked, as he sat close to Olive. I feel dizzy. She whispered, leaning on him and wrapping her hand around his body. Dr Tyler will be done soon, wait a bit. He said and she nodded. Dr Tyler was Bruce's Personal Doctor, he was a young guy just like Bruce. He had broad shoulders and looked more like a gangster than a doctor. He was really cute in his white attire. Let's go in. Bruce said, and she nodded.

"M-Mr F-Ford! It's really you!" Arnold's eyes widened and his forehead was coated with beads of sweat. He might have had a position in the government but it wasn't big enough for him to go against a powerful man like Oliver Ford. When Thalia mentioned Oliver as the father, Arnold thought she was just trying to scare them into thinking she had a powerful father. Seeing Oliver in the flesh made him want to pee his pants from fear. Oliver was oozing a powerful and dominant aura that he couldn't even look into his cold eyes.

Everyone was confused about what was going on and there was an uproar among the guests, the paparazzi started clicking their cameras and jotting down things while Oliver's who was back to the screen was still smiling while Heather started with a confused look. “Hello to everyone watching,” A voice said from the projector and Oliver whipped his head to stare at the familiar voice, his eyes narrowed when he saw the doctor on the screen. “I am Doctor Mike, a doctor who Mr. Gray employed to drug Ms. Sapphire three years ago.”

“Bring Sheldon here, and I’ll stop it!” Oliver sneered coldly. “And your woman will be returned to you...in one piece. Also, you'll earn a favor from the future leader of the Dragon Brigade!” Frederick silently turned to the back, and said, “Lord Thompson, it seems this matter requires your attention. I don’t want my wife to suffer even the smallest injury, not even the size of a fingernail!” “Understood!” A burly, white-haired elder in splendid robes suddenly walked in, clearing his throat. “Oliver, do you still remember me?”

"No problem, as long as you don't teach me how to draw." Jane Hilton's mouth twitched. When did you ever learn how to draw from me? But they exchanged knowing smiles and went about their own business. Oliver Thomas was born into a family steeped in artistic ambiance. His father was a renowned violinist, while his mother was a famous dancer. His father exuded the refined elegance typical of southern gentlemen, while his mother was graceful and delicate, like a bird—then, they gave birth to a towering muscular man who is 1.85 meters tall.

I say, shaking my head, and my father lifts an eyebrow at me. “You’ve met him and his partner plenty of times at my dinner parties and get-togethers, Christian. His name is Dr. Oliver Thomas - he’s married to Nick Thomas from Ingleton Corp. in Brooklyn,” he says, and it feels as if the room has been starved of oxygen. “Wait…” I trail off with a scoff. “Oliver Thomas, blonde Brit who was at your charity auction two months back? He’s married to a man?” I ask, and he nods with a questioning look in his eyes while I am left reeling.

Soon a man in his late 20 came in front of their view. He is looking like a male model with his strong body and handsome face.Aurora looks at the man.She admits he is handsome but not more than Jack.Jack is the most handsome man in her eyes. She gives him a professional look and asks him to seat. Jack is observing everything. He loves the way Aurora didn't even see him a second time and she is talking with him professionally. "Hello doctor, I am Azrail kill Greyson I am come here to know the condition of Cynthia Harrison"

"You're not going to get what you want." "You're not going home," he says flatly. "You're all the same. You, my father, fucking Dimitri DiFronzo... you think you can just give somebody something and let them have it and use it and believe it's theirs forever. Then you rip it out of their hands again, just because you feel like it. Well, that's not happening." Oliver goes back to his tool bag and pulls out a coiled rope. I don't think that's a tool bag, not really. Because why the fuck does he have rope in it?