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He tells me, stirring me from my thoughts. “Is that so?” “Yep,” He says. “You got a plan in mind, Oliver?” Finn asks as he comes to sit next to me. “Yeah, Milo, and I take you to the tree so you can see what you’re up against. I got a feeling you won’t be making it out alive.” “Not very confident in our ability huh?” Finn crosses his arms. Leaning back, he eyeballs Oliver, almost in a challenging way. “I don’t doubt anything. But how long will the rest of you last when they start letting out their pheromones? I have royal blood running through me and I last maybe 20 minutes.”

Oliver gets knocked down, tripped, and shoved backward until his shoulders are covered in red marks. He’s visibly exhausted, but he refuses to quit. Every time he hits the mat, he pushes himself back up, panting, his blue eyes burning with stubborn resolve. Watching it is agonizing. My jaw aches from how hard my teeth are grinding together. But the tactical logic holds. If an assassin breaches our perimeter, Oliver can’t freeze. Even if he only manages to keep an attacker off balance for ten seconds, that’s a lifetime in a firefight. Ten seconds gives Max enough time to line up a sniper shot through a window. Ten seconds gives me enough time to cross a room and put a bullet in the threat's h

He had held me tightly, shielding me from the bloody carnage outside, whispering that he didn't want me to see the horrors of the apocalypse. Now that I stood outside the door, I realized—his head had been turned toward Lina the entire time. The moment we reached the safety base, Oliver insisted that no survivor should be left behind. The rescue team had to go back. They didn't refuse. They pushed through their exhaustion for a second trip. But the virus spread too fast. By the time they arrived, Lina had already been devoured. Oliver hadn't shown much of a reaction. "Well," he sighed, as if hearing about some nameless casualty, "it couldn't be helped. May she rest in peace."

What about Olivia? ***

Shocked was an understatement, Oliver was furious when he saw Cassandra in front of him, flesh and blood and the way she smiled at Nuella made him clenched his fist hard. “How come she is alive and he doesn’t know, it has been 14 freaking years!! How the hell!!” Oliver said in his head Alex and David looked at Oliver who heard a furious look on his face. They know he will skin her alive if he had the chance, the woman who dared to betray him then ran away.

Not scare her to death with the fact that I'll die soon and leave her all alone. For others to claim. I shivered at the thought. No, that's a conversation for another day. "Hey, I never said I agreed with what he did. But you know Ally, she probably made him swore that we'll stay alive. " Oliver's droopy eyes met mine, before he smiled wearily. "That sounds just like her, " he says his eyes diverting back to his drink, swirling it. "You know, the odds are stacked against us this time. I doubt we'll make it out without casualties. "

“Don’t do this Ollie. Let us go. We promise to leave you alone and forget this ever happened.” “She’s right. It’ll be as if we were never here. No one knows about this, right?” Bash continued to circle around the area with Oliver. His exposed skin smoked as it began to bubble and blister. Had Sebastian been a younger vampire, he would have already been toast. But Bash’s age increased his ability to heal and withstand time in the sun longer than most. It was the only reason he had survived before. “Save it, whore! You and your bloodsucker are as good as dead.” Ollie lunged at Bash and tackled him to the floor.

Yes, yes, even though that man had also helped him from the chase of those three perverted thugs. Lucifer only responded with a small grunt. "Lucifer, isn't today March 15, 2021?" Lucifer agreed with the question that came out of a man in a black coat. Wait. 2021? Didn't that incident happen in 2018? Then three years, is Olivia in a coma? Or how? Agh! "Yes, so what, Papa?" said Lucifer. A man called Papa by Lucifer only snorted in annoyance. "You have a client appointment, Lucifer."

"Oliver, how dare you..." In the next second, Oliver's finger accurately pointed on the Black Tortoise King's back. All of a sudden, the Black Tortoise King's body became soft and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move. After suffering a direct hit to his weak spot, it would take at least six hours for him to recover. Darryl, who was with the fiend race, was shocked and stared at Oliver, speechless. Oliver was too cruel of a person. He even attacked his own father for his future.

We each need to live our happiest lives in the short time we're on this earth. As for me and Oliver, we've been together forever, and I'm pretty sure we will be together til the end. For now, our unconventional life will go on much the same.