Heartstopper Oliver Novels & Stories

He quickly looked up at her, grabbing for his jacket to cover up his pulsing cock. “Claire, what the hell are you doing here?!” Oliver yelled at her, pushing himself back into his pants under his jacket. He stood up furious, not bothering with buttoning his shirt. Claire waltzed in, “Just watching the show, getting my pussy all drenched and ready.” “Get out,” ordered Oliver. Claire rounded around his desk, reaching for his chest to stroke, “Hmm, why not take the real thing. My body is throbbing for you. It’ll feel so much better. Can’t you smell my need?”

But he wasn’t looking at me at all, his gaze was now locked on the table, as if avoiding my eyes was easier than speaking the truth aloud. A small, foolish jolt went through my chest. I pushed it down. “Okay,” I whispered. Dante’s shoulders loosened, not much, but enough that I noticed. Oliver abruptly stood up, scraping his chair back. “Come on. I’ll drive you to college.” I nodded, and as I followed Oliver out, the strange, warm feeling in my chest wouldn’t die, no matter how hard I tried to smother it. . ____ A. Gupta

“They’ve stabilized her heart, but she’s unconscious. They don’t know the extent of the damage yet.” I feel my stomach drop. All the blood in my body seems to rush to my feet. Oliver sinks into the chair beside him like someone unplugged his spine. His hands shake in his lap. My father watches him, then turns his eyes on me. “Thanks for bringing him.” I say nothing. Just nod. Because I’m not here for him. I’m here for Oliver.

Food and drinks were served, games were played, speeches were made about the couples, gifts were presented and then a toast was made. Helen offered to help Jessica fetch the cookies from the kitchen when she felt someone enter behind her and instantly shut the door, literally locking it with the key. “I mean no harm. I promise. I just need to talk to you for a few minutes.” Oliver said, raising both hands. “I love and respect Adam so much and the last thing on my mind will be to hurt him by hurting the person he loves so much.” “What do you mean?” She asked with creased brows. Ollie put down his hands, then approached Helen who was by the counter. He came to halt a few steps away from her. “

Too quiet. “No… no… don’t do this,” I whispered. The silence was louder than any scream. It pressed against my ears until they rang. I spun around, searching, desperate for any sign of him. Then I saw him. My breath caught in my throat. Oliver lay on the ground, his small body twisted unnaturally, eyes wide and lifeless. His chest was torn open, his heart—missing. “No!” I staggered forward, but my feet felt like lead. A shadow moved beside him.

A familiar voice said behind her just as she heard the sound of the door closing. She turned around and was faced with Oliver looking so handsome and sexy wearing a deep-neck black shirt paired with black pants. "I wanted to make your first time special for you." He said shyly with a nervous smile on his face, and scratched his nape. "I'm sorry we've been busy. But don't think for a second that we don't want you anymore. We just want to distance ourselves so we won't do anything to you." Oliver reached out to caress Mika's face and her heart skipped a beat before a smile found its way to her lips. She almost sighed in relief, but stopped herself.

“Fine. But you should talk to her. She's not scary. I think she likes you.” “Everyone’s not scary to you, besides are you inside her head how do you know she likes me? ” Oliver muttered sarcastically, pacing to the window. Outside, the hostel grounds buzzed with life—guys playing football shirtless, a girl yelling down to someone from a balcony, generators roaring in the distance. Before Damien could reply, their father’s name popped up on a W******p video call. Oliver tensed. Damien looked up. “Ignore it.” But Oliver didn’t.

It haunted me sometimes and I knew I could never forget the voice. "No, I didn't. The boy wasn't very chatty. All he did was talk about how he is madly in love with that Olivia girl and how he is so pained that she chose to be with someone else. He said very little that I could work with." "Well the other little that he did say, what was it?" Stacy asked. "Well he did mention that someone took naked pictures of him and Olivia having sex and they are being threatened with it." Suddenly, Stacy stopped moving.

Like a full force, Torre grap my face, and he jammed his lip on mine, and kiss me tenderly, our lips were dancing in tones, fighting for dominance. Immediately I deepening the kiss, I round my hands around his neck, and kiss him deeply and passionately. We unlock from the kiss, and I found Oliver crying profusely, immediately she ran out of our sight. I felt nervous and shy... "Are you okay" he asked persisting . "Am okay" Happy New year in advance guys. Am sorry for yesterday. Next episode drop now. Who is ready for fun. Am coming, lemme go brush my teeth 🤣🤣🤣🙄🙄🤣

He stops next to me and bumps his shoulder against my bicep. "MI6 must be lowering their physical standards. Vauxhall is making you soft, Mother. You should spend less time at diplomatic dinners and more time on the mats. I’m framing this memory. I'm putting it on a mantelpiece in my brain." I want the floor to open up and swallow me. I look at Oliver. I try to convey with my eyes that he needs to stop talking immediately. He ignores me. He’s having the time of his life. "I’m just saying," Oliver continues, gesturing vaguely to her disheveled state, "If that had been Vanguard, you’d be dead. Good thing my terrifying boyfriend was here to put you in your place."