Oliver Afton Novels & Stories

Never would she have thought that four years later, he would once again ruin everything she had for another woman. Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable! “Oliver James?” John was completely lost. He looked at Olivia confused. “Liv, who’s Oliver?” Hearing that, Olivia snorted. “Stop acting, John. You’re not good at it.” Oliver was an assistant director of Freeman Group’s overseas company. As CEO of the Freeman Group, how could John not know who he was? Who would even believe that? “I told you, as long as Hera doesn’t harm Lyla or anyone around me, I wouldn’t go looking for trouble with her. Was it really necessary to harm Fred for her like this?”

Oliver confessed. "It is just a blind date; who is it with? "Damien Calloway"

My stomach burns with rage, Romano is a monster. “Shut up! You don’t know what you are talking about. Olivia is an innocent girl, she would never deceive me or do anything behind my back, she is just a victim of our wickedness, but she is nothing like us or her father, she is good,” Stefan defends me.

The smile on his face faints, “I know you don’t like hearing this but, that one is a real gold digger through and through. Good luck, bro.” “Is everyone a gold digger in your eyes now??” I roll my eyes at him, “First Lilith, now Ava Fuller? Would you say the same thing if Scarlett Knight talked to me, too?” “Whatever, bro,” Oliver humphs carelessly, “I once worked on a movie with her, not a huge role. I got her a goodbye present for all the members of the team when I left, and she threw it away on the day. Rumors have it that she’s Knight’s girl, but she keeps a thing with a lot of guys with a big last name, so.”

It was as though the jade ring around his finger was his personal genie, because when his clairvoyance ability kicked in, Oliver could hear their conversation clearly, even though he was standing from a clear distance away. "Honey, who is this person joining us?" Corey asked Darren. Darren excitedly replied, "Oh yes... Corey dear, Julian my future brother-in-law, may I introduce Mr. Alfonso Oliviera. Now I was not supposed to disclose this; but Mr. Oliviera was the plus one Lacy has arranged for Christina." Darren continued, "This man is more than suitable for Christina and us Connors. The Oliviera family is the richest tycoon family from the city of Townsville, running the Oliviera Group."

He used to enjoy London, dancing, travelling but those rumours stopped everything. He knew Athena was back tonight, but whether she would even look at him remained to be seen. As he got himself dressed for the evening Felix vowed to change as he had told Athena to. Stop living around other people's opinions. He was a handsome, twenty-eight year old millionaire. Why in God's name was he not having a happy life?! -------------------------- "Look Oliver, I told you to stay out of the bloody place after we went," Henry Lupton huffed whilst adjusting his shirt ruffle in the mirror, the gloomy face of Oliver visible behind him.

Oliver ordered, his eyes narrowing as the air around him turned cold. "So, are you and Claire like back together now?" Dante asked, looking at the older man standing next to him. Oliver was a big brother to all the younger ones who were born later after he joined the Ford family. Everyone looked up to him. Dante often went over to the Ford mansion during school holidays. He was Evelyn Ford's agemate and also, her best friend. Oliver smiled despite the turmoil in his heart. He nodded and said, "She's the only one who can be my wife."

I said "Sure," they said and grabbed their laptops we started tipping and Oliver stopped "He's in Italy," Oliver said "And his wife is in Europe," El said "Okay, we need real proof about this," Oscar said "Oliver where is the son?" I asked while tipping "I thought you were finding that out," he said shaking his head and then started tipping again "He's in Los Angeles," Oliver said "Fuck Ralph call Jax or Caleb make sure they're okay," I said and started tipping faster

Micha who doesn’t usually smile much is straight-up glaring at Dean. Rachel hands me about five bags, I don’t even know how she manages to carry so many, Oliver stretches a hand collecting them instead. “Well?” He turns and shoots me a look. I shoot Dean a sympathetic look “Maybe another time” I call out as Oliver already has me moving with a hand on my wrist. "The name's Dean Foster, look me up on the socials!" he calls out after me. “Sweet Goddess chill” I tug my arm free. What’s gotten into him?

“They broke him.” “It’s how they stay on top,” Freya said, patting my hand. “Don’t let it get to you, Whit. You did what you could.” As we sat there, Oliver—a high-ranking Social Alpha and a close friend of Peter Draven—walked into the Den. He spotted us and paused, his eyes lingering on me with a strange intensity. ‘Isn’t that the female Peter is so obsessed with?’ Oliver thought. Freya offered me a ride home, but I declined, wanting to walk through the cool night air of the territory gate. As I left, Oliver pulled out his phone.