Oliver And Company Characters Novels & Stories

Connor O'Brien, one of Oliver's friends, said from behind, and I turned around to find him with a smile on his face. "Thank you, Mr O'Brien," I replied with a slight smile. His eyes flickered curiously under the neon light in the hall. "It seems I don't have to introduce myself because you already know me." "You are Oliver's friend," I replied. Knowing as much information about Oliver as possible was the first thing I did after I returned. One of those pieces of information was learning about his five friends. Vivian Aina, his best friend, and his four other friends. Connor O'Brien, Maxwell Fitzgerald, Sir Lockwood, and Jayden White. It was part of my plan to know them, what they did, and th

Here in the hypermart, they were nothing but weak and penniless children who couldn’t do anything independently. Oliver was the only one who remained unaffected. He didn’t know what the fuss was all about, too young to understand the value of money and its uses. He was easily satisfied with what he had and didn’t ask for more. Favian noted how similar his simple nature was when compared to Richard. Oliver would be the most content of the three pups present when it came to simple living. “Did you find something you like?” she asked and refused to accept the five-dollar bill from any of the children.

Mr Brown opened his hands in the air as he demonstrated “Nothing big. We just want you to stop haunting the Anderson’s family and give us a contract that can boost my company’s funds and reputation” Logan’s left brow rose at that statement. A deadly look danced in the depths of his eyes. But before he could respond, a small voice came from the back, making Logan pause in his statement. “Fine. He will give you a contract” Olive’s calm resonating voice rang out, drawing the attention of others in the room. Scott quickly turned to look at where the voice came from, not excluding the others. They all stared at the new incomer. Logan’s brows creased together when he spotted Olive close to the ent

“I am Joshua, David’s close friend. If you are not Olivia, then who are you? How can you look so very much like her?” “I am Olive, daughter of a conglomerate family who are acquaintances of Grandfather’s. I have only just arrived in this country. A moment ago, you said you were David’s friend, so you know him? That man was terribly rude; he embraced me, thinking I was his wife,” replied Olive.

Oliver commented, looking at me with a smirk. A nervous chuckle escaped me. “I think he is simply a nice person.” Oliver snorted. “You can say a lot of things about my boss, but I would never call him ‘nice.’ He is composed, rational, and calculative. He is not necessarily violent, but I bet that he would love to start his day drinking blood of his enemies instead of coffee.” Joy blinked. “Now you caught my attention. Do tell us more.”

Oliver came down from the stairs along with Mr Clinton, Derrick glare angrily at her and she just chuckled. She walked to a couch and sit down with a Victory smile. “Good day, sir” Nate greet with his head bow and Mr Clinton nod his head with a smile. He hasn’t been smiling since they came back from the hospital, he can’t imagine he was planning to stop the divorce before, he believe Oliver have been suffering because of him, he knew his son his violate but he still ask him to get married before taking over his properties, he thought getting married will changed him, but it seems he can't change, monster will always been a monster.

"Oliver, are you going to get lunch for the boss?" Oliver was known in the company for his good temperament and always greeted everyone with a smile. When Amena asked him, he shook his head: "I'm here to pick someone up." Oliver was Percival's assistant, and he personally came downstairs to pick someone up. Who could it be? Amena's face slightly changed as she exchanged glances with the receptionist next to her, both showing disbelief. Because the person who came at this time was none other than the woman carrying the lunchbox. It couldn’t possibly be her, could it?

I watched the interaction between them with a slight curve at the corner of my lips. Holding the lead rope around her neck, I led her out of the stable. Leaving her with Stella, I walked back into the stable, spotting Aaron in front of a brown horse, holding out a half-bitten apple to it. I arched a brow, walking towards them. The horse naturally spotting me before the stable boy. “Lord Oliver,” he stumbled snapping his gaze to mine, his arm still held out towards the horse. “How many times do I need to remind you to just call me Oliver?”

While the ladies present, who looked sophisticated, were looking at him with heart eyes, as if they would worship the land he walked, if they could. That’s when Oliver took notice that everyone was waiting for that man. This party was organized by him. That he was “ Mr. Walker”, the big boss on whose honor this party was being held and celebrated. Oliver thought that the big boss of a big company would be some old man in his fifties with a visible white hair on the corners of his head. But when he saw ‘ Christian Walker’ who was looking young and dashing, totally opposite of what he thought would be the big boss, Oliver was stunned for a minute.

everyone said "Here," Dad said as he gave Oliver a glass of whiskey "Who are you? And why do Nick and I look like you," Oliver asked Dad "Oliver this is your father, Andrei," Daddy said "What?" He asked and looked at both Daddy and Dad "You're my, Nick, and Olive's father?" over asked "Yes," Dad said Oliver nodded his head and looked at me "You look fat," He said "Ouch asshole," I said after gasping "She's pregnant, ass," Alex said