Edward X Oliver 소설 & 이야기

"Get up and fight me, or is your strength limited to women, you coward?" Oliver grabbed him by his collar and dragged him onto his feet. He slammed his fist into Eddie's stomach and then his face. This was the same way he had handled Zion's attack, and, unlike that time, I didn't want to stop him because, for some reason, I felt what Eddie had done was worse. This was his wife, the woman he vowed to love and protect, and all he had done was the very opposite. "Speak, fucking coward!" Oliver roared at him and slammed his temple with his fist.

I had enough medication to last a while. As soon as I got home, I saw Edward rushing out in a hurry. It was rare to see him this anxious. The maid, Sasha Ray, informed me that something had happened to Olivia. It turned out she was diagnosed with severe heart failure. Something in my mind urged me to follow Edward. In the hospital hallway, I saw him pacing back and forth. He wore a black shirt and trousers. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were red-rimmed, and his lips were pressed tightly together.

"And I'm choosing to believe him." His words reminded Emma of Michael Parker's letter tucked safely inside her jacket. She whispered, "Dad…" "Please help us." Oliver carefully reached toward the red wire. His hand shook. Sarah grabbed his wrist. "No." Everyone looked at her. She pointed toward the yellow wire. "Edward loved making people believe the obvious answer." "He always hid the truth behind something unexpected." Oliver stared at her. "You think it's yellow?" She nodded. "Michael once told me..." "'Edward never chooses the door everyone expects.'"

We had to settle the issue when the literature teacher entered the room, but if she thought she could make me change my mind about these people, she was really wrong. *** “For God's sake, Daddy!” Olivia exclaimed exasperated, because even after forty minutes of communicating to her father that we were dating, her father had been willing to question me about my intentions with his daughter “It's Mark, you've known him since I was little.” “Don't interrupt me, girl.” He scolded her with a serious frown “I have to fulfill my role as a military father and show him my weapons.” "Dad, the only weapon you have is the remote control, and you only use it with Jace.” She explained in exasperation.

"Since you're so concerned, you haven't actually fallen in love with your 'brother,' have you?" "You guess." Ollie maintained his previous expression and tone, his gaze direct and unnervingly deep. Edward felt a sudden wave of trepidation. He regretted his habit of being a chatterbox; if this kid really developed some "rebellious" feelings for him, Charlie would likely strangle him alive. "Anyway..." He changed the subject, looking toward the door. "Little Rex, what’s next? Can we break out?" Rex, who didn't understand the complex "twists and turns" between the two men, replied, "For now, we should thank the heavens if the people outside don't try to break *in*."

“And there’s more. Pictures of me. Of my mom. From years ago. You’ve been watching me. Before you ever moved in. Before you ever spoke to me.” His mouth opens slightly, but no sound comes out. My voice shakes, but I press on. “You knew me, Oliver. Before I ever knew you. You didn’t just show up in my life. You inserted yourself into it.” Still nothing. I step forward. “Who is he?” Oliver swallows. Then: “That man in the photo...” He takes a shaky breath. “That’s my father.” The world goes still. I blink. He lowers his gaze to the floor. “His name was Lawrence Maddox. He was a businessman. Wealthy. Polished. Charismatic. Everyone loved him.” A bitter smile touches his lips, then vanishes. “Ex

All the furniture is completely destroyed. “Are you okay?” I ask Oliver as he stares at his father on the floor. “Just peachy,” he grumbles, wiping the blood and sweat residue on his jeans. ‘Doctor Lee, I need you to come to the pack house immediately,’ I link the best doc in our pack. He’s not far, so it shouldn’t take long to arrive. ‘Yes, Beta Robert.’ His response is something I’ve always liked about him. “Lee will be here shortly,” I tell Oliver. He just scoffs and storms out the door, slamming it behind him and joining his mate and my family.

Was I keeping Edward at a distance because he’s too real? But Oliver, sweet Oliver, filled every silence like he always did. "And then Edward helped us bake cookies!" he exclaimed, eyes bright. "And he let me crack the eggs even though Miss Agatha said I was too messy." My mom nodded absently. "That sounds lovely, sweetheart." "And then Edward lifted me up on his shoulders so I could see the adoptive parents coming in!" Oliver continued. "He’s so tall! Grandpa, he’s taller than you!" Harold chuckled politely, but neither of my parents added much. Their lack of enthusiasm was… odd.

Since Victoria is already dead and can't be punished for hiring a hitman, Adrian used this to accuse Oliver of having a motive for murder. Playing a good hand! "I have something to say too." Edwin suddenly spoke up, pointing at Oliver's silver mask, saying, "Everyone thinks he disfigured his face and turned into an ugly monster, but I coincidentally found out that behind that mask is actually an intact face!" Edwin's gaze toward Oliver was like looking at a deeply scheming devil. "Oliver, you have gone through so much trouble to hide your face. I have reason to suspect that you have some undisclosed secrets!"

Seeing that, Olivia hurriedly comforted him, “Implore you to stop trying to prevent Charlotte from being with Darren. It worries me that he will take revenge against you.” “If he dares to do that, I will kill him.” Edward said as he faced on grimly. The hatred in his eyes was frightening. “You won’t live for long, old man!” Olivia thought. Despised of her hatred for him, she pretended as though she truly worried about him. She poured some hallucinogenic into a glass of vodka in secret and handed the glass to Edward. “Edward you look exhausted. Here have some glass of vodka,” she said. Edward took the glass from her and drank the vodka down. Then, Olivia helped him lie down on his bed. His an