Oliver Fitzroy Novels & Stories

That businessman who hired Blood Fist had assured him she had no ties to the underworld not to talk of a powerful figure like Damien! “Y-you can’t mean—” Oliver arched an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "Congratulations, you’re smarter than you look.” Rex swallowed hard, his bravado crumbling further. "This...this is about the girl, isn’t it?" “Oh, you know who I mean!” Oliver clapped his hands, while maintaining his terrifying smile. “Since you pathetically understand who we are talking about, then this would take less longer than expected."

"He is Sir Oliviér Fóix." The butler froze when his eyes met with the expressionless Oliviér. No matter how ignorant, for a butler serving a Merchant with dreams of climbing up the social ladder they would educate themselves of who is who. Clement had seen this man in the newspaper more times than he could count. He was Oliviér Fóix! The decorated detective of Hara! And more importantly the only heir to the prestigious Fóix Duchy. Clement wanted to gulp but the bile stuck in his throat forced him to be unable to do so.

- I asked, pointing to the stranger, although not sure if a nerd like Luna would know, especially that I saw this boy at school for the first time and everyone was looking at him with curiosity, so he had to be new, too, just like me. - Hmmm...- Luna thought for a moment.- He's probably this new guy that goes to the last grade. This boy is said to be 19 years old, but for a year or two he did not go to school at all, but was in New Zealand, I think he was looking after someone from the family. He recently moved to Italy and his name is Oliver Blythe, if I remember correctly. His mother was from Italy and his father was from England, which is why he looks so exotic. They say that Oliver lives

Yes, I know that very well“ That is a response that he didn't even think of recieving. Base on the memories he saw about Oliver, he is a guy who is a workaholic and have no hint of being boastful. He just do what he want and didn't let others bother him. He is a kind of person that won't move even if he heard tons of insults heading towards him. That is the way he used to be. That is the Oliver whom Kriston always think of. But after seeing him act this way, he doubt his memories. The very same child who love eating apples since that is the very food that keep him alive for not having proper food served for him. The very same child who is abandoned by his father for thinking that he is the r

"Oliver forgot to link with you, didn't he?" I shot him a bewildered look. "Oliver was meant to relay a command?" Harrison blew out a breath of frustrated air. "That male is so clouded sometimes. I task him with one simple scout report and he loses the trail entirely." "Blame it on the wolfsbane he smokes," I said, sealing the door before reaching out to pat his forearm in a rare gesture of comfort. "What was he supposed to disclose?" Though Harrison was clearly still agitated with Oliver, a predatory, sly smile ghosted across his lips. "How do you feel about a long trek into the Outer Territories?"

"And what if he doesn't? What if Olivera doesn't, either?" "I've never heard a Luna pity a rogue who kidnapped her and drugged her pick that same rogue over her fated mate." Fritz taps his foot rhythmically and slow; it frustrates me to no end. "You have a tremendous heart, Alyson, but don't let it blind you of your truth."

I saw the look of failure cross his face and his eyes, although icy held a saddened and regretful look. I couldn’t detect a lie, but I still wouldn’t trust him. As I held Oliver’s gaze, I realized. If you eliminate his personality, Oliver was a handsome wolf, tall, built, with eyes that were intimidating yet alluring; his blond hair was kept neat and moderately short. I wondered just what had happened to him. Was he born into the slave-trading business as Jack was?

It was as if I had just declared the most improbable thing in the world. “Wait, what? “Oliver hasn’t got a brother called Greg. He has a step-brother who is my best friend, Sebastian Norton, the actor. I’ve known Oliver all his life. There is no brother called Greg.” “What? Well, I don’t understand this. Who did I kick in the balls when he ripped my dress down the front because I wouldn’t sleep with him? He said his name was Greg Moorcroft.”

Oliver murmured, staring down at his hands. I’ve never seen him so vulnerable before. When I first met Oliver, I thought he was kind of arrogant and so sure of himself. Then as I got to know him, I realized he wasn’t arrogant, he was just very good at his job, and he knew it. He was also a great friend and would do anything for those he loved. But he was still so confident, and he always had a smile on his face.

“…What?” Oliver gives a humorless laugh. “You think this engagement with me was just some PR stunt? You think it was just for show?” He shakes his head, stepping back like he needs the space to explain it. “Richard Wolfe was setting up a goddamn empire. Marrying into my family was part of that. It wasn’t just about me and Tristan playing happy fiancés for the cameras—it was about merging power. Expanding control. And now?” Oliver gestures vaguely toward the chaos outside, to the fallout happening in real time. “Now, Tristan just blew that all to hell.”