Heartstopper Oliver Novels & Stories

He pushed himself up and cussed before leaving me on the bed. As I was waiting for him to come back, I looked at my top clothes on the floor. I wasn’t ready. “A drunk woman knocking on the wrong door,” Oliver said, greatly annoyed, and heard him closing and locking the door. When Oliver was about to turn back to my lips, I gently pushed him away from me. My heart’s beating so fast, and I’m so nervous as hell. "Babe..." his expression seemed to ask why did I stop him?

I leaned back against the wall slowly, trying to organize the mess of today inside my head. “At first he didn’t want to help me,” I admitted. “But…” I paused briefly. “I think maybe he changed his mind at some point.” “What happened?” Chris asked quietly. “He had a heart attack.” The reaction was immediate. Oliver’s eyes widened so much I thought they might genuinely fall out of his head. Chris looked completely stunned. Even Ronaldo straightened slightly from where he sat. “What the fuck?” Chris blurted out. “That’s horrible,” Oliver added immediately. “Is he okay?”

Oliver smiled. “Much better. So how old are you?” He asked as he began to pour wine into the wine glasses. The night was going to be more interesting than he ever imagined. Nevertheless, he had to be sure she wasn’t underage. “I’m a nineteen-year-old college student in my final year,” she said shyly, avoiding his gaze, though all she wanted to do was look at him all day. Oliver was very handsome, as he shared the same resemblance with his sister, Mercedes. Whereas working and being trained by Nathan caused him to adopt a lot of things which changed his personality to resemble that of the latter.

I blew out and the laughter stops. It is replaced with cries and I know they are hurting Micah. "Please... That hurts. Shit, that hurts," Micah's weak voice cries out. My heart is now pumping in my head. I think I would pass out from the heat of the moment, but what rather happens is that I brace myself up for what is about to happen. "Don't hurt him. What do you want, Oliver?" I ask frowning. "Some respect maybe? And that you should shut the fuck up before I send you a package filled with your lovely brother's chopped body parts," he stated.

“How? How did you want tonight to go? We were supposed to talk about River and Rose, and it turned into something so ugly.” Oliver took a step toward me, cupping my face. “I just wanted to show you I’m now worthy of you.” I took a step back, but he moved in sync with me, not letting go of my face. “You can be part of your kids lives, but I am happy with Cas.” “I can make you happy too.” Oliver moved his face towards mine, and before he could kiss me, I stomped on his foot. It wasn’t even a conscious decision, but I felt so unsafe and awkward.

He took a deep breath before answering: “Mr. Oliver suffered a mild heart attack. We’ve managed to stabilize him, but he’ll need to remain hospitalized for the next few days for observation due to his age. Fortunately, he arrived in time…” He paused, his e d a heavy look. “We’re monitoring his heart rate and blood pressure. For now, he’s out of danger.” Silence fell over the group like a leaden blanket. Catherine and Laura sat down, crying, while Martha tried to stay on her feet

“Being a coward,“ Oliver clarified. “It's my first time being met with a situation like this, and I acted on impulse. I made you feel insecure and doubt my feelings. I've had enough time to think about it, and my final decision is that I want to be with you. Screw both your press and your father. I'm never letting you go.“ Suddenly, it felt like a huge burden had been taken off my shoulders. Sitting upright on the bed, I dabbed my wet cheeks, cupped Oliver's face, and pressed my lips against his in a soft kiss. “Thank you.“ Pulling back, I added, “But I'm going to be the one to screw my father over and make it clear that this will be the last time he tries to walk over me.“ A smirk tugged at

Old habits from high school don’t disappear, do they? The room suddenly felt smaller. Oliver’s heartbeat picked up. High school. The attacker knew about high school. That wasn’t random. That wasn’t guessing. That was specific. Max’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Oliver?” Oliver looked up quickly. Max was watching him now. “You okay?” Oliver locked his phone. “Yes.” Max frowned slightly. “You look like you just saw a ghost.” Sarah glanced at him too. “Everything alright?” Oliver nodded once.

"I don't need security footage. I just need you to remember this. Don't try any tricks to sabotage my engagement to Jessie. Juliana, the moment you walked away from me five years ago, you lost any right to regret it." The whole thing was so absurd I almost laughed. I looked straight at him and spoke one word at a time. "I have never regretted leaving you." I held his gaze. "And let me say this again. I didn't come back for you. I already have a husband and a child." His face darkened at once. I did not stay to watch. I turned and went back to my room. I was afraid Virgil and Anna would see the cut on my forehead and worry, so I stopped our nightly video calls and switched to voice messages.

To his utmost surprise, she made a stop to make poses for the camera, smiling and holding onto him like he was her possession. Oliver immediately got into the act as he held her close to him. His chest felt warm, but he ignored it and smiled at the camera. Her body was soft. After posing to their satisfaction, they proceeded to go into the hall. Oliver smiled and waved at a few familiar faces in the hall, but he stopped when he saw one particular face. It was the last person he wanted to see!