Oliver Heartstopper Novels & Stories

Otis explained immediately. “And you, Oliver?” “I applied as her personal bodyguard. I got his father's trust, and I think I have her trust, too. I just need to make it stronger and some time to make my plan happen,” he nodded at me and stared at the two of us. “You are both playing fire,” he commented. “You must guard your hearts. Who knows? Adira is a woman that every man would want to marry.” I remained silent as I remembered what almost happened last night.

Her heart pounded hard against her chest. — What are you doing here? Her father subtly stepped closer, but Bryan kept walking. — And what about our vows, Beck? What about our love? How could you forget me? Her voice turned cold. — This isn’t your place. Leave. Bryan laughed bitterly. — You think I’m going to let you marry him? You’ll always love me. I’m carved into your heart. Dylan stepped forward, calm despite the tension. — Bryan… you’re better than this.

However, it had gone cold. As I didn't have the strength to hold the cup steady, it hit the floor and shattered into pieces. Just then, my phone buzzed nonstop with messages from the work group chat. "Quick, check social media. Did Mr. Bender just announce he's dating Ms. Hubbard?" The word "dating" hit me like a knife to the heart. With trembling hands, I clicked into Lily's profile. She'd posted a photo of a gemstone necklace with the caption, "First month with my boyfriend and I'm already getting such an expensive present! I'm so happy!"

"Since it's my birthday, there should be gifts. If you're not buying anything for me, how about I give you a gift instead?" While speaking, I pulled out a document from the drawer next to the couch and handed it to him. "A gift for you." Owen's eyes swept past the cover of the document. He frowned when he realized I handed him the divorce papers. He questioned me calmly, "What trick are you pulling this time?" "I'm sorry my late dad forced you to marry me. Aren't you pining after your first love? Go. Look for her." I stuffed the papers into his hand. Before he could react, I kissed him on tiptoe.

Oliver heart hits hard, seeing the same man she has feared to face after so many years of hiding. "Backham: She called then fainted.

I pounced on him so he wouldn’t have a chance to get back up. Elena screamed from behind. All I wanted was to beat the stupid thought of having Elena out of his bird brain. “You’re going to kill him,” Elena shouted. I acted deaf to her cries, he deserved more than that for his filthy thoughts. I continued pummeling my fist into his face, blood covered my fingers. Oliver spurted out blood from his mouth, that was not enough for me to stop. “Please, stop.” Elena touched me from behind. The feeling of her hand on me suddenly softened my heart, and it stopped pounding.

I went down hard. "Oliver that's enough." I heard Ophelia yell. She ran over to the ring and stood next to Noah, "Would you make him stop!" She hollered at Noah. I got to my feet and Oliver walked over to me, we were standing toe to toe. "Why her?” "I'm in love with her." "You what?" he asked. I turned, looked at Ophelia then got down out of the ring, grabbed her by the hand and walked her away from everyone.

Oliver said continuing to issue his persuasion. "Don't you realize? I've given you a chance and you openly fought over Angelina with Alex in front of me. I heard everything, Oliver, and I know you still haven't gotten over Angelina one bit. I've been hurt enough that you love Angelina more than me, and now I don't want to be hurt again by being in a relationship where I was never in your heart." "You're not not in my heart, Emily, but not yet. Give me time and you'll be the only woman who occupies my heart completely." Oliver corrected Emily's sentence but was immediately contradicted by the girl.

Oliver stopped on his track. He stared blankly at the road while waiting for the green light before crossing the street. He just came back from Sierra’s apartment. After investigating, he found out what happened to Sherly. He couldn’t believe it, so he rushed to Sierra’s place. His world crumbled when the latter confirmed the news.

“I don’t care. I want you.” My heart thundered. Tears stung my eyes, but not from sadness—from the unbearable tension ripping me in two. Footsteps echoed from the showers. Voices, male and loud, bouncing closer. Panic surged through me. I shoved at him again. “Stop. Now.” But he didn’t back away. He leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “One day you’ll stop pretending. And when that day comes, Olivia…” His breath was hot, his voice a promise that made my knees weak. “…there won’t be any going back.”