Fpe Engel X Oliver Novels & Stories

He kisses the side of my head again. “Hey! Can you wait on the favor return until after I am done working with Gentry and Elena? I think one day of embarrassment with them is enough, don’t you?” Oliver points a spatula at him. “Wait, what happened?” I hope I didn’t get him in trouble. “Let’s just say that not only does your personal firepit go off when you are messing around with us, but the mates you are not actively having s*x with can and will org*sm like it’s the last climax they will ever have no matter who is standing around.”

He smiled at me. “Get us out of here.” “I am driving baby as fast as she can,” Tyler said. “No, she can go faster,” I said. “What?” “Move.” Tyler and I switched positions. “No one has answered my question.” Oliver was upset. “It’s Pantelli, Oliver,” I said.

He wanted to feel that gratification, too. “Please, miss me with that bullsh*t.” The fat man was infuriated. What the f*ck was going on? A rebellion!? Oliver would always greet his arrival with nothing less than obsequious smiles, so why was he this savage today? The hell was their problem? “Hello, smart*sses, do you even remember I’m the only one you can get this equipment from!?” he thundered. Javier and Oliver replied in tandem, “Oh, miss me with that bullsh*t!”

Geneva ran down the hallway towards Oliver's retreating figure, his posture spelling being 'scared' "What?" Oliver snapped at him, turning around. "Xavier is turning his room upside-down. And I just need to... Where the fuck is Madonna?!"

“Are you trying to force me?” Oliver narrowed his eyes at Adam Hart, the temperature in the room turning to a negative. Adam gulped. Big fat beads of sweat coated his forehead at the threatening look Oliver was giving him. He might have been old, but Oliver was raised by a powerful man. His aura was just like his father, Henry Ford. Dominant, cold and ruthless. “N-no. I’m-” “Good. My answer is no,” Oliver rejected outright and Jessica gasped.

“Yeah, that tends to happen when you train all day as you’ll soon be finding out.” “What . . . was that!?” asked Romero, finally finding her tongue. Blakeney handled the question. “I didn’t want to tell you about Oliver until he got here. He’s quite gifted. Being a descendant of Hephaestus, he was blessed with the ability to control fire . . . well more than that actually. When we fought Cerberos, Oliver was able to produce incredibly strong flames from within himself and send fire pummeling at the beast. It was quite miraculous,” he finished in admiration.