Oliver Fitzroy Novels & Stories

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

I appreciated him. "Oliver has some mad skills when it comes to technology. Remember that ship which Oliver owns and ran away in? The one where you met him for the first time?" Asher inquired. "Yes!" "Well, all the latest tech of the ship has been designed by Oliver; there is some pretty advanced tech he had installed on that ship of his," Asher explained with pride. I was utmostly surprised. "Really! Oliver?" Turning to face him, I had my mouth hanging open.

General Commander Edward began, calm but firm, "Thank you sir." Oliver bowed his head. "This year's transformation was a surprise to everyone," he paused to see Oliver swallow."For the first time in the history of Bolivia, a new kind of wolf was witnessed. The first of it's kind. S.Vivienne." he paused again and Oliver tried to his failure to remain calm.

Oliver shrugged. "Okay. Sorry about your loss and I must say you were a badass unexpectedly," said Dante, "Arson expert! Guess I have to be more careful around you now, so you don't turn me to roast wolf meat," "I would, if your mate asks," replied Oliver with a chuckle. "No, no. I think my mate prefers me like this, handsome and robust," saying this, Dante flexed his muscle, causing the others to laugh. Oliver spoke again, "My story isn't as emotional as you guys. But at least you know that I can go berserk when offended greatly, that was in the past though. The me now is a gentleman. I do hope I find my second chance mate one day,"

Oliver roared hoarsely. His hand was supported by the table. As his wrist had been broken, he could not put any strength into his arm. Next to him, Oscar was in a terrible condition too. He had been burned by the boiling water, and his pants were completely wet. Who knows where he had been burned?

"None. To Vivian, I am just a quiet substitute husband whose father used to work for you." ​Arthur chuckled softly, shaking his head. "It’s hard to believe she doesn't recognize you. Then again... no one would." ​Oliver’s lips curved into a faint, distant smile as memories flooded his mind. ​Fifteen years ago, Oliver Ross was an invisible ghost in the corridors of their private academy. He had been a sickly, scrawny kid with thick glasses, severe acne, and an awkward posture that made him the prime target for elite bullies like Julian Sterling. He was the nobody who sat in the back of the classroom, ignored by the wealthy world.

, Zach argued further. " Can I ask you a question?", 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 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 on. As if saying,

Oliver sighed completely unmoved that his father was aware of his night-scapades. “Have you been spying on me again- “It’s necessary so you wouldn’t cause any trouble though you still did last night- “What? I did?” Oliver said in alarm before Owen lowered his fork and looked up at his son. “Nope…Rio did, didn’t he? But why?” Oliver frowned before he pulled a dining chair to the back and took a seat while the maid standing not too far from the table immediately got ready to serve him his food. “He broke two people’s arms, smashed another’s head and broke another’s leg, he was almost beyond saving I heard he just got outta surgery this morning-