Oliver Heartstopper Novels & Stories

The thought of just being another one of his conquests makes my heart bleed. No, I'm different. There's no way Sir Oliver could've used me and dumped me. What we shared was so real. I felt it and I know he felt it too. I love him. I believe he loves me too even if he hasn't admitted it yet. He cares about me. But if he really cares, then why did he stop talking to me after popping my cherry? These words haunt me for days. I need answers. I'm going to get it. I decide to confront Sir Oliver one morning. He'll have to explain to me the reason for his sudden change in behaviour.

Her eyes were still wide open and lips agape as she stared into space. "See, it wasn't so hard to kiss me after all. We're all waiting outside for you" He said, turned and walked away. Olivia fell back in the wall. She touched her chest which was thumping really fast. What just happened? It felt like she was just hallucinating but everything was really happening. Why would her stupid heart beat for the one man she does not like? Why would she become vulnerable just when he starts kissing her? Why didn't she do anything to stop him?

He wanted her heart. Suddenly, Olivia seemed to understand something, her face filled with horror, "No way!" Allen Parker looked up, leisurely, "Why not?" "I'll die without a heart!" Allen Parker rubbed his temples. From his experience with Olivia, he knew she was probably misunderstanding again. "I won't let you die." "No, I don't believe you." "I promise." Olivia shook her head, "I only have one heart. I won't sell it! Without a heart, I will die!"

And I hated Oliver for making me promises he couldn’t keep. Olivia’s lips trembled, her tears streaming down her cheeks without control. She tried to say something, but her lips pressed against each other before they parted. My heart sank, and I stopped breathing the moment I let out the words I wanted to get out of my chest. “I shot Oliver. Thrice.” I clenched my teeth to refrain from sobbing. “And I watched him fall to the ground… lifeless and drenched in blood.”

Firm hands grip my sides, making me jump, almost slipping as I threaten to fall over, but Olivera keeps his grasp hard, spinning me around and pulling me to his broad chest, his heart racing so fast and hard that I can feel it in my chest. I squirm slightly, unsuccessfully trying to pull back. "Olivera, what the hell are you doing? Let me go." His eyes darken at least four shades. "Don't deny me." His lips plow into mine brashly, taking me by such surprise that I when I jerk backwards, my feet slip off the rock and I go weightless in my fall.

Sophia shouted, causing Olyver to flinch. “Take your goddamn self out of my room…” she repeated, her voice now calm. Olyver stood there, staring at her in stunned silence. His eyes felt like they were burning, as if he might burst into tears at any moment. He felt utterly alone; he had loved only this woman in front of him. He had thought he could spend his life with her despite her unpredictable and frightening nature... he still loved her even after witnessing her kill someone with a gun. “I’ll wait for you, Sophia. I won’t let you go. I’ll ride this wave with you; I’ll fight anyone who tries to take your heart next…” he declared, while Sophia combed her hair with her fingers in frustratio

He always kissed me wherever he wanted, and I couldn't stop him every time he would claim my mouth, and I got the courage to slap him hard on his face, and I knew it was a hard slap that I could feel my palm got swollen. I told him to quit playing with my heart because I was tired, and I could no longer play with him since I knew I was losing the game we played. I was shocked by Oliver's reaction after receiving my blow; I thought he would get angry with me, but instead, I saw Oliver's face softened, and when he cupped my face and looked at me, I was surprised when I saw the expression on his face. And I could tell Oliver was staring at me full of affection.

He replied. He has stood up and is now standing awfully close to me. “I know that Noah,” I whispered. I bite my bottom lip, “Mmm keep biting that bottom lip, you look damn cute.” he whispered. I blush, “Please st” He puts a finger on my lips and whispers. “I know, but we have something going on here. That I have never had before is ridiculously hard to stop.” He said, I could feel how hot my cheeks are right now, “Oh am I interrupting something here?” Oliver said with venom dripping from his voice, what is his problem with me? Noah glared at him, “Fuck off!” He roared.

I teased lightly, forcing my thoughts away from Clifford. “At the party, I didn’t get the chance to ask properly… Do you have a boyfriend? Or—would someone get upset if I told you I wanted to court you?” His tone was direct, almost disarming. I froze, staring at him as the car rolled to a stop. He quickly stepped out, circling around to open my door. “I… I’m married, Oliver,” I confessed. His hands slipped into his jeans pockets, and he gave a casual shrug. “Then forgive me, but I don’t see happiness in your eyes. What I do see is sadness—hiding in the corners when you think no one’s looking.”