Oliver Fitzroy Novels & Stories

After all, they liked Oliver, and considered Stan a good-for-nothing—he had always skipped school, and refused his own parents' offer to send him abroad for further studies. Moreover, he refused to take over the family business after he graduated, insisting on becoming a professional boxer who had never won a thing even after so many years! He certainly didn't suit Claire like Oliver would—both of them had graduated from top universities, while Oliver was also down-to-earth and an engineer working in a famous enterprise. Rumor even had it that the aircraft that Oliver designed had been approved by the government, which only further showed how bright his future was, further cementing his sta

Porter had fixed a load of food; Italian pasta salad, chicken salad, fruit salad, etc. After nibbling on some food, Oliver asked Ava if she wanted go for a walk. She had agreed. Oliver was a decent looking guy for a nerdy type. He was some sort of top-notch guy for NASA. He lived in Houston and traveled a lot for his job. Of course, Oliver had told Ava his job title but it was too much for her to remember. Oliver had dark red hair. She figured that was the color of Mrs. Porter’s hair before she got old. His eyes were brown with some flexes of green. You could see the green in the sunlight. They strolled along not saying a word.

Oliver snorted a laugh, shaking his head. “I’m kinda surprised Ash didn’t tell me that Bobby and Chloe found out that they are mates,” he grumbles. “That’s good news for us, though. It gives Riverview and Liverpool a stronger link.” I finally see the ocean, and I stop, completely missing the rest of Oliver’s rant. The waves crash along the shoreline as children play in the water, squealing with delight while another wave comes tumbling down, splashing over them.

“Yeah, it’s sad that she uses her gift in such a selfish way. I’m just glad I don’t drink. Otherwise I probably wouldn’t have been able to stop.” “More of a man than me, I’d say.” Oliver’s face lit up with a sudden idea. He reached out his hand to James. “Let’s start over, shall we? Oliver Burton of London.” James chuckled softly. “James Olympia of . . . Albuquerque, New Mexico.” “I see the possibility of a good friendship in our future.” “Yeah.” He nodded. “Me too.”

The five-hour flight ended with Tristan and Oliver having exchanged numbers and life stories. As it turned out, Oliver had been in Las Vegas to solve some property dispute caused by his father after his rich mother had just passed away. Although Tristan exchanged his number with him, he knew that it was useless because there was no chance they could meet again. Oliver lived way upstate, and they seemed to have no mutual hobbies as Oliver was a billionaire architect, who spent most of his time in his office on his designs. He was about to be proven very wrong.

“I’m sorry, little bro.” “It’s fine,” Felix smiled. “It’s not like it’s your fault or anything.” There was a short awkward silence before Felix broke it by asking, “Who am I getting married to anyways? It’s not an old man, is it?” “No no,” Jo replied quickly, glad he was at least interested in knowing who it was. “Oliver. Oliver Finn.” “What’s that?” “HE is one of the youngest and most successful billionaires around here,” Joanna gushed. “He’s also an architect and he is extremely gorgeous.”

Oliver gasped—he looked terrified. In a low voice, he whispered, "At your service, Sir. My name is Ulysses. My men and I are a backup patrol team, and at the moment, we still haven't heard anything about the new territory's location." As he spoke, Oliver struggled to keep calm. He continued to say, "His Majesty, the White Tiger King sent out many backup patrol teams to search the grounds for fiends like you to distract them and send them on their way. It was to divert your attention from finding the new territory's location."

Shawn invited Oliver to drink because he was really having problems with Harah. "What's going on with you?" Oliver frowned when he asked Shawn. Oliver holds the wine in his right hand while sitting cross-legged. His left hand was down as he watched Shawn. Just now, Oliver saw Shawn get frustrated and you thought the sky and the earth had crashed. Back then, any problem with Shawn was just basic because he was a genius. Now he seems like a normal person, struggling and confused.

Oliver took a sip of his water, “look, I really don’t want to go too deep into what happened over there. I’ve made an appointment to talk to a therapist, but it’s still too hard to go into details. But basically, there was a bomb. The explosion blew me away, and I was covered in rubble. I wasn’t discovered until a day later by a local family, who nursed me back to health. The damage to my throat and face was pretty severe, so I couldn’t talk. It didn’t matter much anyway; they couldn’t speak English, and I didn’t speak their language. My hand was gone, and the other was broken. So writing wasn’t an option either.” Okay, so I get why he didn’t reach out right away, but it’s been a year. Olive

Viper said "The doctor," John said and looked at the doctor that rushed Oliva into surgery "So Olivia had some internal bleeding that we stop. She has multiple broken ribs and she also has a concussion. She's still out but you guys can go see her," the doctor said "Thanks, doc," John said and we started walking to the door "Where are you going?" Her father asked "To go kill a fucking bastard," Viper said "Can we go?" Oliver asked again "Just don't kill him I'm sure the rest of the family wants to join too. Take him to the warehouse," Robert said