Oliver Fitzroy Novels & Stories

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.

“Hey man,” “Don’t ever-“ “Before you say anything,” Oliver interrupted Antonio. “I’ve got a good ol’ bottle of Glenfiddich I’ve been meaning to open,” Antonio was silent, debating whether he should accept the offer. Glenfiddich did sound nice. Oliver was one of the very few who understood his taste in liquor. “You know how much of a good listener I turn into when I’ve got some good single malt Scotch whiskey being poured into my glass,” Oliver said playfully.

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.

“Except the people who actually lived with him.” I don’t say anything. I just wait. “I was fifteen when he died,” Oliver continues, voice quieter now, eyes distant. “Liver failure. Too much drinking, too little regret. But before that… before he went, he made every day of my life hell.” Oliver swallows again. His jaw is tight.

“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 could not accept such news, he finds it absurd and utterly stupid! The pack Doctor Gelle, shook his head and pursed his lips into a thin line before patting Olivers back, he understood his emotions right now, amongst all of them, Oliver is the one who had a great attachment to the man especially when he is his best friend, a trusted aide.

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!"