How Long Will Oliver Live Invincible Novels & Stories

“I’ll be ready.” Just then, Oliver ran in, bright-eyed and bouncing like sunlight after rain. He went straight into Julien’s arms, giggling. After Julien left, I crouched down to Oliver’s level. “Guess what? I won the case, baby. It’s official, you’re staying with me.” His eyes widened. “Forever?” I hesitated, a smile tugging at my lips. “Well, not forever,” I said gently. His small face fell. “He’ll take me again?” he asked, voice trembling.

It was my turn to stay with Oliver, I insisted even though he told me not to. I owed him a lot since he got hurt because of me. I brought him a lot of food and surprisingly he ate almost all of it. Cole will come later on and I'm glad that everyone's okay. Oliver is healing and the doctors recommended him to stay in the hospital for two weeks because his ribs got fractured. "This sucks.." He said as the nurse gave him lots of medicine. "You have no choice loser.." I said.

With a mixture of amazement and incredulity, the rebels who had survived the slaughter and were still standing glanced at Anna. Oliver was lying at her feet, immobile and broken. His burnt body stood out sharply against the blood-soaked ground below, and his once-imposing figure had now collapsed into a crumpled heap. He was not yet dead, but he was very nearly so. His chest rose and fell in weak, irregular spasms, and his breaths were shallow.

Oliver was un-phased. “Quick on the draw as always. But still so utterly stupid!” Oliver shouted, standing himself. He grabbed his Desert Eagle off the table. Lucas watched carefully as he did so, however Oliver pointed it at his own head rather than at Lucas or Emma. “I’m fucking invincible!” He pulled the trigger and the gun fired into the side of his head. Lucas and Emma were both stammering holding there ears. “Whoo! That’s always a rush! Carbon fiber infused skull. Fuckin’ hurts still, but not like a bullet through the head.” Lucas looked over at Emma who was still holding her ears, but otherwise looked fine. He looked back towards Oliver. A million thoughts swimming through his head, a

"Boss, you've waited over three years. What's a few more hours?" It wasn't the same. Those three long years he was waiting to die. Now he was fighting to live. But Oliver had a point. He went back to the couch and kept staring at the livestream. There was no fresh food in the fridge, and cooking would take too long. Oliver ordered takeout on his phone, getting some for himself too. So much for his vacation plans. Oliver stood by the study door, glancing inside now and then to check on Percival. That ugly cat was perched on the back of the couch, craning its neck to watch the phone with Percival.

I asked him, a frown marring my forehead. He sighed, “I'm certain we were both there the day Olivia died. She was stabbed in her chest, you held her until she died. How did Liv survive after three years and she's just appearing now?” I frowned, “I hadn't thought of it that way. But I'm certain it took a very long time for Liv to replenish and feel better.” Ivan nodded, “If that's what you would say and feel better then by all means.” I stared at Ivan as he walked away. I paced around the sitting room for a while trying to reach Ace but he ignored me. It seemed like everyone was upset with me.

I moved away when her fingers began to pull on my hair, licking that incredible place goodbye and making her flinch one last time. "Olivia... My love... You're incredible” I gasped, still hallucinating with that religious experience. When I reached her height, her eyes were closed and I noticed that she was still shaking, her breathing irregular, so I let her recover while she patted my shoulder a few times. I’d take that moment to my grave. Only Olivia and I will know what happened in this incredible night. After a few seconds Livie had decided to return to the land of the living and opened her eyes, still dilated.

"Mom, Zoey's right. It's useless to ask anyone now. Our family… It's over." "Impossible! It can't be," Evelyn gasped, clutching her chest as if she might collapse at any moment. "Oliver has been stationed at the Southern Frontier for so long. He's endured hardships. Surely, he must have some merit, right?" "None," Zoey said flatly. She watched her mother-in-law, who was clearly on the brink of collapse, and thought of her children. Her throat tightened, and there was a bitter taste in her mouth. "Oliver didn't suffer in the Southern Frontier. In fact, his life was easier there than in the capital. We do have one path left. If he's caught and executed, we may have a chance to survive."

“You just have to love me. There’s no way you will make it without me. Can’t you see? All these people turned their backs on you and refused to speak to you because you decided to choose the better side, my side. You know what? We need to finish up the coronation and maneuver to say your decree and we would be good again. We have less than a month before the apocalypse.” Penelope said. “You are just blowing things out of proportion and you know it. Gordon is not going anywhere and there is nothing that you can do to change that.” Oliver said.

Don Bryant, who was standing nearby, asked anxiously, "Is there really nothing else that can be done to save Oliver, Cynthia?" I shook my head, replying calmly, "There's nothing that can be done, Don Bryant. You see, once someone is tainted by a black witch, the damage is irreversible. It's only a matter of time before his life force is completely drained. Your best course is to begin making funeral arrangements for Oliver now, Don Bryant." Having said that, I took William's hand and walked away, deliberately ignoring the heart-rending cries of despair that erupted from Oliver behind us. …