Kureiji Ollie Real Face Novels & Stories

And what I saw made my stomach twist. Ollie sat in front of a camera. The glow of a ring light framed his face, washing him in pale light. His expression was calm, distant, not the shy version of him I knew, not the guarded boy who smiled too carefully. He looked… different. Confident, practiced, like someone who knew he was being watched. He leaned closer to the camera, reading something off the screen. Then he smiled, the kind of smile that wasn’t real, the kind that was meant to please someone else. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I didn’t need to. I saw enough.

A voice much deeper than Lincoln's spoke up behind Ollie. “Not if I take him first,” EJ said. Smiling down at the Omega as he approached. Ollie's breath caught in his throat at the sound of EJ's voice. He slowly turned and tilted his head back as he looked up, craning his neck back until he finally met the eyes of the massive man in front of him. When he did, Ollie's eyes widened. He didn't know whether to be happy or terrified. He wasn't expecting this so soon. He was still recovering from what happened.

“I’ve heard ever such a lot about you.” “All good, I hope,” he joked, his cheeks ruddy beneath his kind blue eyes. Ollie looked like an advertisement for the perfect Christian son, the sort that helped his parents bake apple pies on a Sunday afternoon. He was dressed simply, plainly, in a checked shirt and jeans, a letterman jacket thrown over the top, with a pair of muddied sneakers. He looked gentle, and though his eyes had flickered to me as I’d spoken, they’d darted immediately back to Kathrena.

he greeted coolly. “Good morning,” Candice smiled faintly, nudging the temporarily ‘dead’ Jerry with her elbow. Jerry forced himself back to life. “Good morning, Third Young Master.” Ollie frowned. “Don’t call me that anymore.” Jerry: “Understood.” Ollie relaxed his brow, trying to appear more amiable. “Please guide me in the future.” Jerry was overwhelmed: “...Okay, okay, okay, okay.” Ollie’s face couldn’t help but darken again. Can’t he say anything besides ‘okay’? I just said so much.

Her face is turned to the side and you can only see her profile and the shape of her. High cheekbones, thin shoulders, the angle of her head, one hand gripping the blanket at her throat. That photograph is going to do more than Kenzi's first piece did. I close that tab too. Oliver, two seats up, says without turning round, "Are you staring at the Post photo? It’s going to tug heartstrings the right way. Get attention the way an article rarely does." "I'm not watching it." "Liar. You just closed the tab." "How can you see my screen from there?"

“It’s magic, but I can’t tell what kind. It’s… complex. Layered.” Kai's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the screen. “Ollie,” I said gently, crouching so I was at eye level with him. “Can you tell me anything? Do you remember anything unusual happening before this started?” Ollie blinked at me, his brow furrowing in concentration. He reached for a notepad on the bedside table and began to write. I watched as he carefully formed each letter, his tongue poking out slightly in concentration.

Ollie had to be careful enough to avoid her seeing him. " You know you seem like you're up to no good, Ollie" A sudden thick voice made Ollie jump in fright and shoot his gaze away from Roslyn to his front. " Aaaah!!" Ollie yelled out loud like he'd seen a ghost when he almost ran into the man now standing before him. He was startled to the point that his soul almost left his body. The man was tall and had quite the average body frame. He had blue convincing sharp eyes that seemed able to catch every bit of details, and he had a permanent smirk on his oblong face.

He weaved through the crowd, his feet taking long strides towards June. His lips curled into a gradual smile, forming without his permission as he caught a glimpse of her brown hair. The fake dating had just started, and Ollie already couldn't help himself. As if he had been able to help himself before when it came to June. He'd lied about it being a show for David while it wasn’t for him. He needed to feel her, to touch her, to breathe her. He needed everything that was June.

she said, wiping my face with her handkerchief. Ollie began to bark, probably jealous about me getting all the attention." You know I love you Ollie, why do you need to be a jealous boy" she said, hugging him, " Grandma Ollie is so jealous of me" I said. " No, he is not" she disagreed. " Yes, he is you said that a few seconds ago". " Okay, that's enough, my show is about to begin " she said, looking at the screen.

Despite that, 'Ollie' refused to remove his mask and held onto it instead. "I have pimples on my face, so I don't look handsome right now. I can't show my face to Aunty Catelyn, or it's going to destroy my perfect impression on her."