Oliver Afton 소설 & 이야기

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James Oliver : He is a 29years businessman. He is the heir to oliver groups . He is a player but his heart beat only for one person. Years ago he did a big mistake by letting go the only girl he ever loved and now he wants to get her back at any cost. He is one of most eligible bachelor of New York. Lance Hamilton:

“Go. Talk to her. Or at least go dance.” “I’m not….” Scott didn’t let him finish. He gave Oliver a small shove toward her. Oliver blinked, heart pounding, then approached Lydia. “Hi,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m Oliver.” “I know who you are, Damien’s brother. I come to your family dinners or have you forgotten?” Lydia smiled, tilting her head. “No no” Oliver stuttered, suddenly feeling foolish as he smiled sheepishly “You gonna ask me to dance or stand there looking adorable?”

“He did aim solely for Aiden in the beginning. It was Alpha Tom and the Royal Court who forced Oliver to release Aiden from the dungeon cell that Oliver had locked him in. Oliver was forbidden to go near it. At the beginning of all of this, Oliver was still pretending to be fine. It hasn’t been until recently that he has gotten worse. Aiden was sent to a blessed pack, which means that if Oliver arrived there, it could attract the attention of the Goddess, and his dual-wolf would more likely be detected. Only the Moon Goddess and Dark Sister can intervene with the tainted wolf within Oliver. He can’t afford that risk right now. Those girls were their friends. They gave Aiden and Alice an alib

Ava:"Why do you want to sign her ? What is the problem with me ? Am I not pretty enough ?...... Or am I not talented.Do I wear fake hair ? " Oliver:"It's not about you.....You are good but this girl Ariadne: she is amazing ." Ava::"Do you know everything about her ? " Oliver:"What do you mean ? " Ava::"She just gave birth to a baby girl and she don't even who is the father of her child.She is a slut.Do you really want to give this project to a slut ? "

"Arthur told me to expect you." To Megan's uttermost surprise, the man looked to be in his late fifties; presumably the only one in the entire building who was. He was bald, African- she guessed West African from his accent- and quite muscularly sound for his age. He radiated power and authority just like Arthur did and for a second, the fear she had felt at the latter's sight came flooding back to her and she cowered a little. "Who are you?" she asked. "Dennis Ahmad," he replied, extending a handshake. "I'm the Director of UNCADTAR's paramilitary response's division. Or as I like to call it, Olympus."

Her hickeys. ___ ((Oliver is getting on my nerves.))

Oliver didn’t correct him. Didn’t hesitate. Didn’t pull back. He just nodded. Once. Max leaned forward, voice sharper now. “Okay—who is it?” Sarah didn’t interrupt this time. She just watched Oliver. Waited. Oliver exhaled slowly. Then— “It’s someone I knew before this.” Caspian’s voice stayed low. “From where?” Oliver’s gaze dropped briefly. Then lifted again. “Before university.” Sarah’s expression shifted. “High school?” Oliver nodded.

My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties. “By the fates,” he adjusted the black rim glasses on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trailed from me to Keyleth and then behind my back. “Oliver, what brings you here b—” “We need your help, please.” His expression flattened out and he opened the door wider, giving us space to walk in. The wooden door closed shut behind us, rattling the floor boards. “Somehow, you always manage to find yourself in something” I let the body drop from my back down to the floor with a loud thud. I could give one fuck what happened to the wolven right now. My back w