Oliver Fitzroy Novels & Stories

Stephen stared at Oliver in surprise. He did not expect such a response from Oliver. In all their previous interactions, Oliver had always spoken politely. Why was he taking up such a tone with him now? Oliver's plan was already complete. He had gotten rid of Snow, legitimately opened factories, and even profited from the sports complex. He no longer needed to pretend to flatter Stephen. If anything, the only people he should ingratiate himself with now would be those who were as successful as Ethan Rivers; not failures like Stephen who had ruined two cities and doubted the words of his own woman.

After walking a few steps, Leo looked like he could not walk and was about to fall. Olive subconsciously grabbed his arm and held him. "Are you all right?" Leo murmured, "It's a little shaky." Olive hesitated for a moment, thinking about how to deal with it, and then suddenly a person came up. The man reached out and grabbed the hat of Leo's sweater and said with a straight face, "You can't stand, right?" Hearing the sound, Olive looked over. It was Liam. Liam was abnormally wearing a black suit today.

"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.

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.

Never would she have thought that four years later, he would once again ruin everything she had for another woman. Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable! “Oliver James?” John was completely lost. He looked at Olivia confused. “Liv, who’s Oliver?” Hearing that, Olivia snorted. “Stop acting, John. You’re not good at it.” Oliver was an assistant director of Freeman Group’s overseas company. As CEO of the Freeman Group, how could John not know who he was? Who would even believe that? “I told you, as long as Hera doesn’t harm Lyla or anyone around me, I wouldn’t go looking for trouble with her. Was it really necessary to harm Fred for her like this?”

He figured that his capable beta could handle the rowdier boys, so he began a different mission. Oliver was the youngest shifter born one day after the new moon, much to Ambrose’s chagrin. The pup was the meekest of all three and often the target of Ludwig’s bullying. From the day he was born, he was different even in appearance, resembling a little bit of Ambrose and Richard the most. He had Ambrose's fair skin and blue eyes but Richard’s shade of ash brown hair. The pup was a little slow on the uptake, but he was extremely kind-hearted and gentle to everyone, including the prey he was tasked to hunt. Richard related the most with Oliver as they were rather similar in many ways. He tried to

I bit my lower lip, pushing past him and darting down the stairs toward Robbie, who looked up at Troy with another helpless expression. Troy only nodded, looking grave as I pushed through the doors leading to the lower levels of the ship, fighting back tears of anger, fear, and frustration. Who were these people? *** Olly was a portly man, short and stocky with a mass of gray hair that he wore in a tight bun at the nape of his neck. He was dressed in a shirt and trousers much like my own, but wore a surprisingly clean apron for how busy the kitchen looked as I peered around.