Oliver Fitzroy Novels & Stories

"You're not going to get what you want." "You're not going home," he says flatly. "You're all the same. You, my father, fucking Dimitri DiFronzo... you think you can just give somebody something and let them have it and use it and believe it's theirs forever. Then you rip it out of their hands again, just because you feel like it. Well, that's not happening." Oliver goes back to his tool bag and pulls out a coiled rope. I don't think that's a tool bag, not really. Because why the fuck does he have rope in it?

Oliver revealed that he’d been wandering for years, seeking inspiration for his art, but always feeling somewhat adrift in the world. He told me about his past. He was a widow who lost a wife an child in an accident he mentioned he would regret for the rest of his life. It took a lot of trust for him to reveal those details to me, but I was glad he did, because I felt it an opportunity to let him lean on my shoulder and console him the same way he did me when I was sad about Cillian.

Louis was one of the people who helped to cure Olivia. Back when she cut all ties and ran off, she was on the brink of death. It was then that Colin brought her to Louis. Louis was one of the best doctors in the world. He wasn't just a medical researcher. He was a medical genius who pushed boundaries. He was a Mad Doctor. The only thing he cared about was the results, not the process. The reason Louis helped Olivia wasn't because of how sad her life was. It was because she was his test subject.

The warm breeze touched Oliver’s skin as soon as he got off the car. After recovering from a fever, he decided to take a break from work for a month. It was the first time he voluntarily asked for a break, which surprised everyone, including his friend, Frank. Oliver planned to visit Sherly’s grave with the latter. Usually, Oliver would resort to overworking whenever he had something in mind, but this time, he wanted to try a different approach, especially when he might be the father of Sherly’s baby.

Ten Years Later: London Crime Scene "Mr. Raverton, for you," Olliver Raverton, at mere 27 was one of the most revered scientists in England. Tall, curly dark hair, pale, smooth skin, high cheek bones probably the envy of most Hollywood actors, Olliver had grown into a handsome and attractive young man. His love for chemicals and experiments had only grown further and he was now working with top pharmaceutical manufacturers to improve all sorts of medications.

Oliver’s POV I liked Ava. She had always been my first and closest friend. I’m Oliver Ronald, an imperceptible nerd at school. I had no friends, and I preferred living alone, studying, and residing on campus without the company of others. Nobody wanted to be a nerd’s friend anyway. I wasn’t interested in being friends with anyone either.

“Remember that we’ll have Livie's little brother besides that we don’t have the legal age.” "For the first you get a babysitter and for the second you get... these beauties.” He said, showing some false IDs "They gave them to me last night, I didn't know the name of your former older brother-in-law, therefore, his name will be Rico Ruiz, I hope he has a Latin face.” "Hmm…” I think I forgot to tell you that Olivia's mother was Spanish. "Was that what the photos were for?" "Exactly, by the way.” he started smiling "Welcome to the best trip of your fucking life. It'll be the bomb!" Yeah, sure…

My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties. “By the fates,” he adjusted the black rim glasses on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trailed from me to Keyleth and then behind my back. “Oliver, what brings you here b—” “We need your help, please.” His expression flattened out and he opened the door wider, giving us space to walk in. The wooden door closed shut behind us, rattling the floor boards. “Somehow, you always manage to find yourself in something” I let the body drop from my back down to the floor with a loud thud. I could give one fuck what happened to the wolven right now. My back w

Oliver always said he wanted to be close by just in case. Oliver was a computer genius. He could hack into any system .. and do any and everything with high tech equipment. He kept his laptop on him at all times. But if something went wrong with our mainframe… he’d need to be here in this building. And that would be one of those emergency situations so .. he wanted to be here, to live here close by. Just in case …

He stated arrogantly, "You'd better not come begging me on your knees later on, Cynthia!" I let out a sneer before saying, "You should wait until tonight, when you've actually managed to lift the curse, before you discuss what happens next, Oliver." Oliver, being Don Bryant's son, was the target of numerous assassination plots even before his birth, prompting the family to conceal his true birth date. He was actually born on the same day as William, just at a different time. Thus, that particular night served as both William's 23rd birthday and Oliver's last chance for salvation.