Edward X Oliver Novels & Stories

For someone who had traumatised his wife beyond imagination, he had a lot of boldness. He didn't notice Oliver standing before Nina because his eyes remained on me while he walked forward. "I said, Where do you think you're going?" He demanded, storming towards me. "Speak up, I'm wa—” Oliver swivelled around, and his fist collided with Eddie's jaw. Blood spewed out of his mouth, and he collided with the car first and the ground next. "Fucking bastard, stand up and fight!" Oliver roared at him. Eddie tried to pull himself up, but he couldn't find the strength. "Get up and fight me, or is your strength limited to women, you coward?"

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.

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.

Oliver was very oblivious to what I noticed. I just decided to shrug it off and look forward to the anticipated fun of today. So I'm presently touching up my face for the show tonight, while Oliver is already fully dressed and sitting on the bed waiting for me, as he looked through his phone. He looked really eidible tonight. He always did though, but the casual jeans and Denim jacket he wore tonight made him look bad ass. And his hair came falling down his face, looking slightly wet, showing he just came out of shower.

I couldn't read her thoughts, but I knew that she was an excellent judge of character. "Oliver," she replied boldly. I caught Harrison's lips slightly tugging up into a smirk as he took in my beautiful wife. "Edward. What a sight," Harrison added, smiling as he shook Edward's hand. "I could say the same thing, Oliver," Edward replied. Edward and Oliver had always been on good terms. In fact, Edward grew up with him and they went to the same boarding school for boys. "Please, sit," Harrison said, gesturing towards the table.

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!"