Oliver Fitzroy Novels & Stories

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.

Even though he once considered abandoning Septimus, seeing the eleven men return stirred something in him. No one could help but admire heroes, unless those heroes threaten their own position. But clearly, the safe return of these eleven men was partly thanks to Rafael's efforts and partly Oliver's own. After all, it was he who had sent Louis and Timothy. Oliver also wanted to save Lawrence, and it was driven partly by his own interests. Lawrence was the Marquis of Elderglen's second son. Oliver was still in an unstable position within the military, and needed the support of influential families.

Plus, there had also been private interviews with Oliver published on the Internet. Oliver Holmes was a Grade-2 professor, as well as the chief physician, a doctor, and a pediatrician. He taught other budding doctors as well and had made outstanding contributions to the Ministry of Health, allowing him to enjoy all kinds of special treatment from the country. Most importantly, Oliver was a member of Chinea’s Natural Science Foundation.

He used to enjoy London, dancing, travelling but those rumours stopped everything. He knew Athena was back tonight, but whether she would even look at him remained to be seen. As he got himself dressed for the evening Felix vowed to change as he had told Athena to. Stop living around other people's opinions. He was a handsome, twenty-eight year old millionaire. Why in God's name was he not having a happy life?! -------------------------- "Look Oliver, I told you to stay out of the bloody place after we went," Henry Lupton huffed whilst adjusting his shirt ruffle in the mirror, the gloomy face of Oliver visible behind him.

He could only moan as he realized he was about to die. Rozi had suddenly appeared within the enemies’ ranks. Her silver sword emitted a rainbow glow as it cut through them. In less than a minute, all those who had been lying in ambush were annihilated. Oliver’s group heaved a sigh of relief after seeing their enemies fall one by one. They were gasping heavily from the pressure on their psyche. After everything was over, Adrian signaled toward Cian and the others to help Oliver’s group. Oliver sprang to his feet when he saw Adrian. "I never thought I'd meet you in a place like this, sir. My name is Oliver Aero, and I'm the person in charge of the Mount Gremont Railway."

I think the owl had been a test. Oliver, that’s the guy’s name, wanted to see if I would actually do it. I did, I killed him with my bare hands, then I took a picture of his dead body, before racing off and vomiting on a mountain. The force of my dry heaves started an avalanche which thankfully covered what little I had vomited up.

“I've resigned from Langford Capital." Daniel frowned. “You expect us to believe that?" Oliver looked exhausted. “I don't particularly care what you believe." He slowly opened the case. Inside were thousands of original documents, bank records, hidden shareholder agreements, private correspondence, everything. "My grandfather always believed loyalty could be bought." Oliver's voice cracked. “He forgot that some of us still have a conscience." He looked at Elena. “I'm sorry. I know apologising changes nothing but I couldn't let him destroy another family."

He frowned, "where is Oliver?" "I'm sorry, Oliver went to Florida to meet our parents." "Your parents?" Wait, you said you are Olivia Simon, as in Olivia Simon?" "Yes that's my name" she smiled, "Oliver is my twin." "Oliver is a twin? He never told me he has a twin!"