Novel & Cerita Kureiji Ollie Real Face

"Oh, you're her junior?" Andre's face was still flushed, and the smile remained on his face, no matter how he tried to hide it. Honestly, if Olive could be honest, Andre looked like a descendant of a Korean Oppa. His face was so smooth, and he was so fair-skinned. Olive felt like she couldn't compare. "Okay, we're done." Olive was taken aback. "That was fast?" Andre laughed, even as he continued working on the report. "Please check it thoroughly. My weakness is that I'm not detail-oriented. I've been told many times, but, well... that's just the way it is."

"How are you feeling? You look a lot better than the last time I saw you." "I'm okay," Ollie said, though his smile didn't quite reach his eyes—so much like Ramon's forced expressions lately. "My head doesn't hurt as much anymore. And Mama says I'm healing really well." "That's great," Rafael said. "What are you coloring?"

This was a man with a scary reputation. Kevin’s hand instinctively twitched toward the panic button under the counter. "If I were you," Ollie said, his voice drifting across the store like a ghost, "I wouldn't do something so foolish." He sounded conversational , not even looking directly at Kevin. He was examining a display of beef jerky near the entrance like he was genuinely interested in the nutritional information. He put the beef jerky down and picked up a bag of Cheetos on another section. He looked at Kevin, "We're not here to rob you or cause any trouble. We just need to see your security footage from this morning."

"But many people have already seen Oliver's face." Kieran chuckled reassuringly. "It's okay. When he grows up a bit and loses some baby fat, no one will recognize him." Shortly after, Kieran received a message from Renee. "Kieran, this is the real account of an overseas virtual ID my friend sent me. I don't know if it's useful to you." Kieran picked up his phone and read the message. He reassured his wife, "Don't worry. Go to bed with Oliver. This is just a small matter."

he replied, calling me by my title. "Call me Ollie. My Jer calls me Ollie," I said, trying to establish a closer connection with him. I had paid a boy who was the same height as Jeremy and had undergone almost ten surgeries to make him look exactly like him. It was a lot of money, but it was worth it to have someone who resembled Jeremy by my side, even if it was just temporary. "Ok, Ollie," the fake Jeremy said, smiling. Seeing him smile made me feel a sense of relief. It was as if I had a piece of my Jeremy back, even if it wasn't him.

Olivia exclaimed blushing. "I had already worried that you didn't show interest in the opposite sex.” he continued, ignoring her. “Huh?” “With your age and you only talked about music and movies? I thought…” “Stop!” Exclaimed Livie in horror, getting up from the sofa “I can't hear any more of this, we'll be in my room watching a movie.” "But he's a man, darling.” “Really? I thought he was a bird” She ironized, twisting her eyes “Dad, it's Mark, you've known him since he was thirteen.”

Ares Collin When our food came, I turned to Rosie to see her happy face seeing her food. I don't know why but seeing her smile even though a little bit, makes me feel calmer. She started to eat and I know this is not my first time seeing her eat but she sure is a monster when she's hungry. "I don't like it when someone is looking at me when I'm eating so can you just eat?" I got back to my senses when she suddenly said that. I took my phone and started to dig into my beef curry with chicken karaage and mozzarella cheese.

My heart thumped in my chest, my hands closing in fists. The quicker this conversation was over, the better. Suddenly, Alpha Arias' large hand cupped my jaw and lifted my face up to his, “I can hear how fast your heart is beating…Oliver.”

“Oh, my God. Number seven. The Bandits. Is that really you?” Crap. I had a feeling this would happen, he thought. Ollie cleared his throat and shook his head. “I get that all the time. I'm not him, though. Oliver Lance is a lot taller than me. Plus, do I really look like the type of guy who can throw a football as fast as he does?” The girl paused for a moment, cocking her head to the side. Then she shrugged. “I guess not. It's uncanny how much you look like him, though. Anyway, that will be five dollars each.”

We will be back by tomorrow afternoon. Kia just gives me a glare and puts our block up, not allowing me to contact her anymore. While we are usually united, she doesn’t like doing things that upset our mate. I don’t like to do that either, but lately, he keeps me on a very short leash and to say I’m pissed off about it is an understatement. ‘Everything’s all right, my love. I was just talking to Ollie. He’s not doing so well,’ I respond, quickly blocking my thoughts again.