Heartstopper Oliver Novels & Stories

Oliver remarked, his heart racing with excitement. Claire smiled, she reached for his face and placed a soft kiss on Oliver’s forehead, asking, “How is it? Still hurting?” “Um… It's working but I think I need more healing kisses to get rid of all the pain,” Oliver replied with a serious expression. Claire’s stomach was going wild with butterflies. She was too close to Oliver and despite the smell of disinfectant in the ward, she could inhale his masculine, tempting scent. How could he still smell so good after a near-death experience?

The smell made Oliver’s head spin. But Oliver remembered his dead father. He remembered the dirty lies in the dark closet. He forced his body to go completely stiff. He stopped moving his hips. He glared directly into Alexander’s dark grey eyes. "You make me feel sick!" Oliver spat the words out. His voice was full of pure hate and stubborn anger. Alexander froze completely. His hot hand stopped moving on Oliver’s body. His chest stopped rising and falling so fast. The dark, hungry look in his grey eyes shattered into tiny pieces.

I watched them closely but I cannot hear what are talking because I am too far from them. Then I am shocked to what I am seeing right now. My brain cells cannot process the current situation I am seeing. Oliver is kissing Jesse. He is kissing him in the lips. I automatically covered my mouth because if I didn’t do it I might yell or shout. So… So… The person who was Oliver was talking about is Jesse? I can’t believe my eyes!. I mean I am surprised because I am not expecting this from Oliver really. Is that the reason why Oliver didn’t have any girlfriends bore is that because he is into guys? It’s not obvious that Oliver swings that way because he is too masculine and too serious to suspect

He was ashamed to bring up his childhood memories, and wanted to punish Noah right now. When we were in high school, Oliver had been stealing from his parents, just to help his girlfriend, not knowing he was indirectly feeding her side chick, a baseball player. “Go to hell Noah,” Oliver cursed, and it caused more laughter from both of us. After minutes of teasing him, I get down to business. “What else do I need to know?” “There’s a matchmaking company that was affected,” Oliver answered. “You can silence them.” “It’s shut down, with the disappearance of the girl,” he explained.

He’s clinging to me, his body wracked with shivers, and his eyes, half-lidded and glassy, barely focus on me. My heart is pounding, drowning out the noise around us. I don’t know what to do—just that I can’t fucking let him go. Not when he’s this vulnerable, not when he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing keeping him grounded. But then there’s a strangled noise from behind me, and I snap my head around to see Oliver, still on the floor, clutching his own arms like he’s trying to hold himself together. His breathing is rough, chest heaving as he struggles to stay coherent.

I said nervously and turned my head to see Oliver, with my angry face, it's the last straw it seems that Olí has become a human GPS he tells Marcus where I am so he can locate me. "That you don't look at me, he asked me why would I hide the address from him is a good gym" said Olí excusing himself for what he did. "That's not the case, Dany that idiot is almost 2 meters tall, he can hurt you, you better jump and I'll take you to the aerobics air" he told me and that's when I exploded. Oliver couldn't hold back a laugh and he choked with laughter. "Haaa, I'm sick of being told that, leave me alone" I said and stood in front of the idiot in front of me, staring at him and seeing his area of we

Oliver moved closer carefully and took Callum's head, putting it on his thigh. The Lord didn't make a protest or any attempt to pull back and Oliver felt him relax. There was a warm, comfortable weight where Callum's head was resting on him. Oliver's heart was pounding, in contrast to Callum's slower breathing, because of the opiate. He ran his hand through the thick red hair on his lap. His heart clenched. "Why are you doing this?" His voice was lowered to a whisper. Callum didn't reply, but Oliver knew he wasn't sleeping.

Oliver jumps to his feet and faces me with shock and horror on his face until he schools it and says calmly, “Outside.” I turn to the young male pup, now standing scared in the corner, and say gently, “Help her and treat her lip.” He bows and moves slowly as I then follow Oliver outside. As Oliver walks down the steps and onto the lawn out the front of the packhouse, he pulls and rips off his shirt, showing off all the tattoos he has over his chest, back and arms.

They gasped and nodded quickly, whatever they thought episode meant, I didn’t know, neither did I care to ask. “Oliver! You’re a dead man!” I shouted as I burst into the room and ran up the stairs into the bedroom. As soon as I found him leaning on the wall with a prideful smirk on his face, I slammed his back against my room door, sealing it completely. He moaned before leaning forward and pressing our lips together. His hands slid along my torso, grabbing my bulge firmly through my suit pants.

I warned "Oh really? Well just for your information, Olly and I made love, a week before your supposed honeymoon!! So much love and respect for you huh?" There was a long silence in the house, as I heard what I knew could shatter my heart for life. Olly was still in love with Eva. He never stopped. "Babe?" I looked to see Oliver calling me, looking so tensed and guilty. It was true, what Eva said was true. "At some point, I couldn't hear what anyone was saying anymore. Just this echoes going through my head. The next minute Oliver was in front of me. "Babe, babe! Babe please listen to me" he held my arm, which I dislodged immediately.