Oliver Fitzroy Novels & Stories

replied Holly. "Ahh... the famous Ivy May drones, I presume. This gets interesting." said Oliver, turning his attention back to Don Krauser and his crew. "So, back to my question, Don Krauser, do you still want to call my distant relative Don Charles?" asked Oliver. "Wait, what? Distant relative?" asked Don Krauser in shock. "It's a good thing we are here in the forest, away from prying eyes and ears." said Oliver. "That's right, Don Krauser. My real name is Oliver Smith. Don Charles Smith is my distant relative."

Rita wanted to say something else, but Oliver interrupted with a smile. He leaned against the wall, his dark eyes glancing at her, resuming to be natural and unrestrained, "You're not afraid that I still like you, are you? You think I'm the kind of person who would hang on one tree?" Looking back on his past flirtations, it really didn't seem that way. "I've never been rejected by anyone, and you're the first." Oliver continued with a serious look, "The more I can't get you, the more it stimulates my desire to conquer you, so I confessed to you, but then I thought clearly, that's not love but just the desire to conquer."

Westley's words shocked everyone in Jordan's team. Oliver's expression changed slightly, but he still forced a smile. "Jordy never mentioned that she was married..." "We've been married for over three years..." Jordan became anxious and stomped on Westley's foot. "Shut up!" Even though Westley had been avoiding Jordan for those three years, When he heard the name "Oliver," Westley still had someone investigate him. Oliver came from a scholarly family and had a clean personal life aside from his career, he appeared to be someone who could be trusted for a lifetime.

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 smiled. “Much better. So how old are you?” He asked as he began to pour wine into the wine glasses. The night was going to be more interesting than he ever imagined. Nevertheless, he had to be sure she wasn’t underage. “I’m a nineteen-year-old college student in my final year,” she said shyly, avoiding his gaze, though all she wanted to do was look at him all day. Oliver was very handsome, as he shared the same resemblance with his sister, Mercedes. Whereas working and being trained by Nathan caused him to adopt a lot of things which changed his personality to resemble that of the latter.

"Yes, your highness." Oliver said bowing down clenching his fists. He kneeled feeling hopeless. He knew he was a coward and couldn't protect his son from the devil's clutch. He should have told everything about king Raleigh to his son earlier so, after they met his son would be cautious, not to test anyone especially his highness. But it was too late now. Who would have thought their fates would be entangled together. The two people from two different worlds just to be met by the games of destiny. Who knew what the future held for both of them?

He does not like it when they hang around her like flies. "You should start enjoying yourself more. You are only young once, never want to hang out with us anymore, and never want to go out when I go out with our old friends. I don't know what happened to you, Olivia, but you have become a nerd," Oliver says. "You can call me whatever you want, but I will not betray myself to become something I am not. I am not a beauty queen and do not want to be one. I don't care about fashion, and I do not care about boys right now. I want to concentrate on my studies for the future. You are going to study business and take over from father one day. But I am going to learn what I want to. I may take over

“I don't know how I feel about surprises, Charlotte, “ he said, stooping down to the bag and emptying its contents onto the floor. I nearly gagged as soon as a head rolled out of the bag, a trail of slimy, blackened blood following after it. I did my best to swallow whatever had travelled to my throat back, doing my best to remain unaffected. Declan stopped the head from rolling with his foot. He kicked it forward, looking at the charred face of the person. “He was a hard cockroach to kill. My men had to use fire to take him out, and I lost good men for it”, I said. Declan squatted down in front of the head and poked at it with his fingers, seeming to be oblivious to all my side comments. I

I feel sorry for whoever ends up being his mate. I switched positions, so I am now stretching my left leg's muscles. Oliver is an introvert who follows the rules, no matter what. You should have seen his face when Charlotte dragged us into the Victoria's Secret store. He ended up excusing himself with Carl and Caroline and taking them to the coin-operated amusement ride a few stores down. He and Jax were two opposite spectrums, yet, according to Charlotte, they were always paired for missions because their warrior skills complemented each other. Jax is the impulsive one, while Oliver is the strategic and calculative one.

Chris said. "What do you want to ask?" Zach asked the boy calmly. "What or who exactly is Oliver?" Chris asked. "Oliver is your great-grandfather's cherished yacht," Zenith told the boy. "What! I have a yacht now? Dad, can I go fishing with it?" he asked. "It's yours, of course," Zach said. "Thanks, great pa," Chris was so happy. Pa Zach had a smug look, as if saying, 'Look, he liked my gift more.'