Oliver Fitzroy の小説・ストーリー

Oliver sighed completely unmoved that his father was aware of his night-scapades. “Have you been spying on me again- “It’s necessary so you wouldn’t cause any trouble though you still did last night- “What? I did?” Oliver said in alarm before Owen lowered his fork and looked up at his son. “Nope…Rio did, didn’t he? But why?” Oliver frowned before he pulled a dining chair to the back and took a seat while the maid standing not too far from the table immediately got ready to serve him his food. “He broke two people’s arms, smashed another’s head and broke another’s leg, he was almost beyond saving I heard he just got outta surgery this morning-

He inquired about the progress of his subordinates in finding the person and looked at the map of the park's surroundings before quickly giving orders. "Lady, Sir left his work behind to help you," Charles whispered in Natalie's ear and noticed that Oliver was almost done with the deployment. He didn't have time to retract his head, so he returned to a normal volume, changing the subject. "Lady, rest assured, Sir will definitely be able to help you!" Oliver had exceptional intelligence and an impeccable memory. He had studied psychology, investigation, and counterintelligence, among other things. As long as there was even a slight clue, he could find people quickly.

The seventeen-year-old boy who used to worry about his school grades has become a man, a criminal just like his older sister. I can’t process William’s words because nothing is making sense to me. Oliver left me and my mother years ago to go study abroad, thanks to our father’s wife’s money. Why has he moved to Royian? And why has he become a spy? There’s something about his stare, something that has changed quite a lot. Oliver has never been someone cheerful, I always remember his expressionless face. But the look he has on this picture is different. He looks colder and angry, making me wonder what has happened to him.

Megan sighed. Thing is, she understood why Dennis would see Ricardo DiSanto as capable of orchestrating an attack on Olympus's storage facility. His "rap sheet" certainly supported that theory; and her thought of his personality- she extrapolated it from his leadership of Os Buscadores, which were renowned for their campaign against secrecy- made her feel that he was someone who would be more than willing to take on Olympus, although she couldn't put it out as a certainty without meeting him in person first. However, she just couldn't see why he would choose to steal one particular thing out of the many others supposedly kept in the facility.

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."

After hours of waiting, some men were tired and decided to leave, but already the doors made of metal had been closed, and no one seemed to have any other way out. One of the men who was called to the meeting was wondering about when he met Roy and Harper, so he decided to introduce himself to them. “Hello, I'm Oliver. I'm from the Carter estate. Actually, I was called here because the message came from an important meeting, so I needed to represent my family. But now I have waited for hours, and no one seems to be coming. What is really happening, please?” Oliver asked. Oliver directed the syndicate; he was from the Carter family, but he had a hidden identity. He disguised himself to be a s

, Oliver chuckled and sipped his coffee. "I've never thought , you're finding someone intriguing in your old age ", Theo said with straight face and took a sip. "What do you mean by old age , I'm just 23 . You kid", Oliver shouted at him in his annoyed voice. "My grandfather also likes to call me kid ," Theo said with a Smiling face . Theo is just adding insult to his injury . "I don't want to continue this , I don't want to beat around a bush , I need information about outbreak of plague", Oliver said by massaging his temples with his fingers .

Ricardo confirmed as Volkov lit another cigar. "You are good at this Ricardo. My best..." The Don's words got trailed off when suddenly Oliver, the best tracker around, barged inside panting heavily. It seemed like he had just run a marathon. He looked like a tramp with his long dirty blond hairs covering half of his face. Various piercings and ripped jeans, and brown leather jacket were best to describe his appearance. The other men scrunched their noses in disgust as a horrifying odour wafted from his body. He smelled worse than rotten meat.

He is a hunter and now a hunter with his own pack. My head bobs as I silently agree with Travis. I didn’t like it, but it made sense. Everything he had said to defend and confirm Oliver was, in his eyes, the best wolf for the job. Oliver has royal blood running through his veins, he was born to lead and rule. Whether that was on the right side or the wrong side as a rogue. I look at Oliver, taking in his rusty blonde hair and hazel eyes that hold a hint of orange as his wolf sits on the surface. “Will you make a blood oath and swear your allegiance to the realm and me?”

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