Novel & Cerita Oliver Heartstopper

Then, he crumpled to the ground. Sophia stood frozen, her mind unable to process what had just happened. She looked around wildly, trying to find the source of the shot, but the darkness around her seemed impenetrable. Panic surged through her as she dropped to her knees beside Oliver, her hands shaking as she tried to stop the bleeding. But it was too late. Oliver’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his eyes fluttering closed as he struggled to speak one last time. “Sophia…” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. “Be careful… they’re always… watching…”

They danced on, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one, in a dance that seemed to go on forever. The music stopped, and the room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the dancers. Collins and Isabelle ended their dance with a kiss, their lips lingering together as the lights shone down on them, highlighting their black and white attire. The air was thick with tension, the atmosphere electric, as if the entire room was holding its breath. As they broke apart, Collins' eyes gleamed with intensity, his gaze burning into hers with a fierce passion. His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down her spine.

He has never seen her laugh like that before. The sound of the laughter was the last stroke that broke the camel's back. He went back in to his room with anger and wore his garment. Someone has to stop Alaric and that person was him.

I was cut short by Ryan, "I didn't call to see your annoying face. Where are my superstars." He said irritated, with Leslie, his fiance laughing beside him. "Hello to you too, Ryan. Oliver, Pastel, uncle Ryan is on the phone." Oliver came running to me, I held my phone for him to talk with Ryan. "Uncle, look what I made" Oliver held the card for Ryan to see. "There is a new baby in Mommy's Tummy! What the fuck! Again?" Ryan shouted reading the card.

“Promise me, Ella, you won’t misunderstand me. I love you and you are the one I will love in this life. Please say you won’t leave me. Just promise me.” My heart stopped beating listening to him as I felt my eyes becoming watering. I bite hard on my lips and looked at our hands. “Let’s take a break, Ella!!” Simon's voice echoed.

What about Olivia? ***

I asked Wilson as he followed my gaze outside “Yeah Ollie he is” He replied smiling “God!!!!” I whispered under my breath “Oliver look at me …… You don’t have to talk to him tonight.” Wilson whispered holding my jaw to look at him “I want to….. he came all the way here…” “…the least I can do is hear what he has to say.” I said to Wilson somewhat hesitant “Come on then Ollie” I followed Wilson towards the exit….Russell Every step toward the door made my heart pound harder.

And out of pure instinct, he rocked his hips, loving the zing of pleasure that rushed from the blood-filled hard flesh, up his body. He wanted her. So much. Even the strings of the mating bond were not sparing him either, because they pulled, and pulled, urging him to make her his, right on the dance floor where they were standing. It was the last part of that thought, and the fact that someone shoved into the two of them from the side, that had Oliver pulling his lips away from hers with so much force, that he almost tripped. “What…what…shit!” Oliver hissed as he ran his hands through his hair in realization of what he had been about to do.

I pulled my hand back and took a step back. "You're not in love, Oliver." "Why does my heart beat faster when I'm with you? Isn't that love?" he countered. "It's only beating because you're still alive. Don't be surprised when it stops," I retorted. He gave me a glare. "You really are a useless conversationalist sometimes!" I grinned like a dog. "At least you're happy when you're with me, right?" "You're so shameless!"

He stops next to me and bumps his shoulder against my bicep. "MI6 must be lowering their physical standards. Vauxhall is making you soft, Mother. You should spend less time at diplomatic dinners and more time on the mats. I’m framing this memory. I'm putting it on a mantelpiece in my brain." I want the floor to open up and swallow me. I look at Oliver. I try to convey with my eyes that he needs to stop talking immediately. He ignores me. He’s having the time of his life. "I’m just saying," Oliver continues, gesturing vaguely to her disheveled state, "If that had been Vanguard, you’d be dead. Good thing my terrifying boyfriend was here to put you in your place."