Oliver And Company Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Oliver began to speak calmly, seemingly unaffected by the recent events. Ms. Wilcher quickly regained her composure, trying to keep up with Oliver's conversation. Half an hour later, Oliver exited the restaurant with a newly signed contract in hand. Leaning against the railing outside, he retrieved a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and began smoking. As the smoke curled into the air, Oliver couldn't help but envision Violet's delicate laughter. Despite her engagement to Lucius, Oliver found himself unable to shake thoughts of her, agonized by the idea of her becoming Lucius's wife.

Oliver howled. “You have something against me, birthday boy?” Jeremy made an overtaxed face. “You two aren't about to start quarreling, are you?” “Get your butt-face outta here.” Oliver snapped. “There's something going on between you two.” I teased, squinting my eyes at the both of them. “And what could that be, Mr. Cooper?” Jeremy grimaced, his wild gaze fixed on Oliver. “You know what, I'm telling Ariadne to fire you right now. That will be my birthday present from her.” Oliver charged forward, towards his sister.

She laughed again, the sound sharp as a blade. Be mean, Olivia! Yara urged. Don't let her get away with that. Bite back! Olivia looked at Paula. She wanted to scream, to hurt her the way Paula was hurting her. But it was so hard. They'd been best friends once. They'd shared secrets and dreams. Looking at her now, Olivia didn't see a friend. She saw a stranger. But I'm not going to let her talk about my father. "Well," Olivia said, voice shaking slightly but gaining strength. "At least neither of us has found our true mate yet. We're both in the dark, Paula."

After what felt like an eternity, they pulled away and gazed into each other’s eyes. "Come, let’s get you inside. I’ll take you home,before I go to work tomorrow morning, I’ll call your mother and let her know you’ll be in my apartment. I just need to hold you in my arms tonight." Jason said, his eyes pleading. Olivia nodded eagerly, a smile spreading across her face. Once they reached the apartment, they settled on the couch where Chantel was sitting. Olivia looked at Chantel sheepishly. "Hey, I didn’t know you were my boyfriend’s cousin, so I got all worked up without listening first. I’m sorry, okay? My name is Olivia." She smiled warmly at Chantel, who returned the gesture.

“Lucas firstly, you lied to me that you weren't committed, secondly I do not fucking care if you still want to be seeing your girlfriend, but can't you consider me just a bit? I explained to you how much I loved my work, I explained to you how much I was doing this not to lose a company I love so much because of any stupid marriage, it's just six months Lucas, six months and I will have my company and this will be over.” She used the back of her thumb to wipe out the tears that were falling freely on her cheeks, “With this picture on Mia's hand, do you think dreaming of getting that company will be possible anymore, it's already over, because I know Grandma is going to know the truth.” Olivi

We both turned to look, and there was Lloyd standing by the door, his hands crossed under his armpits. "Olivia, right? Did you know what time it is? Do you want me to tell you what time it is?" he said. He paused for a moment before continuing what he was saying. "It's already nine in the evening. If I lie down in bed to rest, do you think if you come into the room and lie down, you won't disturb me, huh? Just because daddy treats you like a princess doesn't mean I have to treat you the same way. That will never happen, Olivia! Maybe in your dreams."

“Consider it a down payment on our future disaster partnership.” Oliver offers Harper his hand to help her up from the chair, his gaze steady and warm. “Ready to face the chaos of the office again?” “Always,” she said as she took his hand. “I will tell Marius he owes you for salad.” Oliver pulls her close for a just a second as they stand, his hand resting briefly on the small of her back. “Tell him he owes me a favour. One large favour. I might need it when Knox decides his ‘artistic vision’ requires another three-hour meeting on a Friday afternoon.” The waiter returns with the Ceasar salad and garlic bread sticks in two neat containers, and Oliver pays with swift swipe of his card, already

Oliver had been keeping an eye on me from the very moment I set foot on Canverlian soil. "Who is he?" Oliver asked. His voice betrayed no emotion, yet it cut colder than the winter wind. "A high school classmate! We ran into each other by chance!" I frantically explained. "Classmate?" He withdrew the phone and slowly tucked it into his pocket. Then, he leaned in and pressed close to the side of my neck before taking a deep breath like a predator sniffing the scent of its prey. "But… You smell like another man, and I don't like that, babe."

Oliver says. "Thank you, and you look handsome. I hope that you and Eva get to know each other better. I can tell that you like her. I hope that you find her as attractive as she finds you. I could see on her face that she likes you. She could not take her eyes off you. I am glad that she instead find you than Enzo. You do not have to worry about me being interested in Enzo anymore. I don't think he is as attractive as he thinks. I do not know what I saw in him all those years ago. I was young and stupid and thought I was more in love with his brain than him. Now that I know he's not even that clever, I have no feelings left for him. I want to destroy him and his company because I do not thi