Oliver Heartstopper Mga Nobela at Kwento

“This pitiful, sad look is really tempting me to kiss you.” Olivia was shocked at this series of Xavier’s actions. She pushed him away quickly and stammered, “S-stop it…”

But he wasn’t looking at me at all, his gaze was now locked on the table, as if avoiding my eyes was easier than speaking the truth aloud. A small, foolish jolt went through my chest. I pushed it down. “Okay,” I whispered. Dante’s shoulders loosened, not much, but enough that I noticed. Oliver abruptly stood up, scraping his chair back. “Come on. I’ll drive you to college.” I nodded, and as I followed Oliver out, the strange, warm feeling in my chest wouldn’t die, no matter how hard I tried to smother it. . ____ A. Gupta

Their chattering dies down as they try to understand what is going on. “Don’t say a thing. I will explain to her.” Oliver quickly hushes her with the softest gaze I have ever seen on him. Something pricks my heart realizing what that means. In my anguish, Oliver turns his attention to me. “I know I should have said this sooner, but Brenda is the woman I love, not you.” Alarm bells went off in my head as I suddenly lost my mind. I don’t think twice before grabbing Oliver by his maroon-coloured suit.

That name…. My heart skip beat…. “I’m Kalila Orabelle Flores” I kneeled in front of her “Will you marry me after two years?” “Yes, Tove I will marry you I love you” Those kisses, “Tove I love you love” “Orabelle” I open my eyes and utter that name…. I remember everything…. “ORABELLE!!!!!!!!” I shouted and everyone stare at me, I saw Tagan and Celine stand up… Tears flow in my face and look at them “I remember her” I whisper and pain eats me.

I scanned his face for any reaction but he’s still shocked. “Well, if you don’t have any business with me or someone in this orphanage you better get going,” I said with a polite tone. I look at him the third time but there’s no hint that I met him. Wait… Is he a stalker? A sudden fear creped on me and decided to close the gate in a hurry. “Wait-” I screamed on the top of my lungs when he suddenly stopped the gate from closing. “No! I don’t have any money in me. I’m just an ugly human being that grew up in this orphanage!” explaining without taking a breath I closed my eyes with fear.

He covered his nose while trying to cover the girl with a blanket he picked up somewhere. Sixinere noticed that the girl is not in her right mind, this is heat, he knows it. He needs to get out of here before it triggered his rut and do something unforgivable to her. “This is not good. You’re just an omega how can you have these strong pheromones?” he just asked as he removed the hair that was blocking the girl's face.

Sara said as she looked forward out the window ahead of them. “I love you too, Sara Holt,” Garett said and smiled as he kissed her hand. Now it was time to let the heart win forever. He had the contract still on the wall, after all.

"Claire, Claire, wake up. You have to see this!" "What is it, Mom? Is the world ending?" Claire groaned, her eyes feeling heavy as she tried to squint them open. "I wish it was... that man you seem to fail to move on from is just playing you. Look, he was with his real lover last night." Claire's stomach plummeted at those words. She sat up straight and reached for her mother's phone, the loud pounding of her heart deafening to her ears. A sharp sting of pain shot through her heart and her eyes blurred with tears as she glanced at the picture. Oliver was seated on a couch with his eyes closed and his shirt open, revealing his chest, while Jessica Hart had leaned over him and pecked his cheek

I asked Oliver to find me some alcohol, telling him that I wanted to drink. Oliver suddenly teased in a prideful tone, "Enna, you've changed. You're no longer worried about my heart." I smiled too. "If you have a heart attack, then we can die together." "Sure." Oliver looked at me seriously. Once again, I pressed myself close to Oliver's heart, listening to it beat. My chest began to feel uncomfortably tight. I gazed into his eyes solemnly. "Even though I hate you so badly, you need to keep on living. I want your heart to beat forever."

I could see them hit him, see his face flinch like I’d actually slapped him, and some small ugly part of me was glad. “I do give a fuck about you,” he said quietly. “Olive, I came here because I love you. Because I’ve been losing my mind not knowing where you were. Because—” “Stop.” “Olive—” “I said stop.” My voice was rising now. Climbing into something I couldn’t control. “Stop talking. Stop pretending. Stop standing there looking at me like I’m someone you actually care about. Just stop.” “I’m not pretending.” “Yes, you are.”