Oliver And Company Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I feel like it’s our souls that combine as one when we mate. “I make no promises,” laughs Oliver. “You will if wish to keep your little friend,” threatens Olivia making me burst out laughing. “Geez, I was kidding, no need to get so hostile,” Oliver jokes back. I swear that boy has no serious bone in his body.

“Oliver, meet Bella Martinez, our new design consultant.” Oliver stepped forward, a charming smile playing on his lips. He was dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit—a leather jacket over a fitted black shirt, jeans, and well-worn boots. His eyes held a spark of curiosity as he extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bella. I see the Langston company has a thing for hiring beautiful ladies.” He threw a playful glance at Adrian who just adjusted his sitting position. I shook his hand, feeling a surprising warmth in his grip. “Nice to meet you, Oliver. I didn’t realize Adrian had a brother.”

another young man at the table chimed in, eager to stay in Oliver’s orbit. "Of course, I am!" Oliver snapped, his mood shifting in an instant. "He stole my wife! That bastard Knight! He has her locked away." "He's a monster," Sasha agreed readily. "Everyone says so." "Exactly! A monster!" Oliver’s good humor returned as quickly as it had vanished. He drained his glass and slammed it on the table. "Another round! For everyone! On the Reed Corp tab!"

"Leave, Rachel. Now." "Why would I leave?" she laughed bitterly. "So you can crawl back to her? Do you think she'll take you back after what we did?" Her eyes darted to me, filled with malice. "He doesn't love you. He never did. He was going to leave you the moment his company started making money!" Oliver whimpered, still clinging to my legs. His sobs had quieted, but his breathing remained dangerously irregular. "Stop it," I said firmly, concerned for Oliver's health. "This isn't the place for this discussion."

I didn’t like this, not for a second. “Now tell me what you are doing on my land without me having sent for you first?” i asked. This was my land, and here i was alpha. “We would like for Olive to return to her pack.” My wolf growled, snarling. These people were not here to care for Olive. They just wanted their victim back. “That will not happen.” “She is part of her pack. You cannot keep her from us.” “She is not part of your pack after you rejected her. Her place with us is already secured. You have nothing to worry about. She won’t be going feral anytime soon.”

Oliver suddenly remembered that Henry would be at the company for an internship. Oliver had pointed to the door casually and said, "You said you can do anything for me. Try to pursue Henry. If you can win his heart, I'll accept you."

Oliver looks into her eyes and can’t help thanking the goddess for her and making Nova his. Oliver- Do you think we have time to slip back to your old room in the packhouse? Nova- Want another chance at getting me pregnant? Oliver- Actually, I just want to talk to you about something important, but I don’t want the audience. Nova- We can go to the garden? There is still some light. Oliver- Perfection. “Hey, we will be back,” Nova tells them. Sebastian growls. “Not for that, get your mind out of the gutter, Uncle Seb. Can’t you think about anything else?” Oliver teases, making everyone laugh.

I shouldn't be feeling this way. "There are other ways, it won't be always like this," Oliver says, moving to sit upright. "It has been over ten years Oliver, things have been like this." I remind him. He stands and walks up to me, his height shadows me. People always confused him for being the eldest. "As if sleeping with the enemy isn't enough, now you want to go ahead and seduce him into a relationship. Count me out of this." "We are a family," I state. "That's right."

Oliver’s eyes snapped open fully as he jerked up, pulling at the rope that tied him down to the chair. I chuckled. “I’ll advise you to be careful with that. You might find yourself on the floor if you keep struggling,” I cautioned. Oliver glared at me. “What’s this Rowan? If this is some sick joke then you better stop right now and untie me!” He ordered. I couldn’t help but indulge myself in laughing out loud as I stared at Oliver. It seemed he was yet to realize that his orders didn’t matter in this room. “Unfortunately for you, this isn’t some sick joke. However, it could get really ugly if you refuse to cooperate,” I replied.

I look around, panicked, recalling Jacob's horrid abuse against me when all I wanted was to have a mate, to be protected, and was instead used and tied down, drawing my blood until I was limp and useless to the world. "What's the problem, sweetheart?" Olivera asks, leaning back in his seat. His black hair has been tied up since I met him but somehow I only notice now that it's long, covering his neck, and stark in color like that of a crow. "Another bad dream for the Luna?" I scowl at the pretend Alpha. "What does it matter to you?" "I can be curious of my captives quarrels." "You have no right."