Novel & Cerita Oliver James Booktok

"I want to introduce myself. I'm Johnathan. Everyone calls me JP though. I'm sorry by the way. I should have warned you that he had a girl." "Yeah, you could have warned me. It's not your fault though. Guys are just dicks when it comes to being faithful to someone. I'm Olivia. Everyone calls me Liv." "That's why I won't commit to anyone. I like sex too much. I don't want to have sex with just one person." "What about that girl you were all over earlier?" "That's Maggie. She is just my party girl. If there is a party, I'm hers and she is mine. But outside of the parties, we don't talk."

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.”

I smiled up into her eyes. “You look so tired, my dear.” She sighed with a wry smile of her own. “You’re not looking full of pep yourself.” Her gaze slid over to Denis’s body, which one of my aides had covered with a field blanket. She shook her head in sorrow. “Such a waste,” she murmured. “What did you mean about saving his life?” I asked, fighting back a little groan when the medic washed the wound on my leg. “When I was a child, I was taken,” Olivia said. “During my captivity, I found two boys around my age. They were dying. I used the Goddess to heal them, and we escaped.”

Rahul said nothing. "Yes, they were arranged, but once James was sixteen and left home. Your mother objects to the engagement and rebels against her mother." "You didn't force them to marry anymore?" "Yes, because I realize I didn't want two people who have never met each other to get married. When Odin contacted me years later that he had found his son, who then learned of his passing made me grieve with him. He had lost his wife and his only son. Odin was grieving, yet he found his grandchildren, whom he reunited with. It's enough for him to be close to his son because of the children."

everyone said "Here," Dad said as he gave Oliver a glass of whiskey "Who are you? And why do Nick and I look like you," Oliver asked Dad "Oliver this is your father, Andrei," Daddy said "What?" He asked and looked at both Daddy and Dad "You're my, Nick, and Olive's father?" over asked "Yes," Dad said Oliver nodded his head and looked at me "You look fat," He said "Ouch asshole," I said after gasping "She's pregnant, ass," Alex said

Sphinx nods seemingly unsure. I glance towards the boys as in giving them the reign to take over, it feels too bothersome for me. “Please remove your hood then we can discuss the matter further.” James says sternly. I glare at him for his tone towards Sphinx, he nods his head in understanding. Sphinx’s head perks up at the mention of his name and begins to remove his hands from his pockets and pulls down his hood slowly. Revealing hi-her?! Sphinx is a girl? Unexpected...

James directly started his car engine as soon as he hung up the call. Meantime, James returned to his mansion and headed straight for the basement to see Oliver. "How are you?" James asked as soon as he walked into Oliver's room. Oliver is seen reading a book to kill boredom. He straightened his half-lying body and closed the book. "What do you want!" Oliver retorted. James smirked, then took a chair to sit across from him. "I want to talk." Oliver snorted sinisterly and chuckled. Then he put on an arrogant stance—one day, J. Belgenza will surely ask for his help.

On the contrary, there was a feeling of numbness. Olive deleted the question mark in the input box and typed it again hesitantly. “Are you okay?” Three seconds later. Liam, “?” She didn't know exactly what she had done in sleepwalking. Olive had no way to explain it. After caring about the status of the "victim", she asked directly how he wanted to solve this matter? “Let's talk about it later.” Olive couldn't help saying, “You seem to have been thinking about it for a long time.”

He tapped the screen to call her back, hiding behind a row of metal lockers. "Scarlett, I'm already inside," he whispered into the phone. "I found his old logbook. There are pages missing from the week he died. I need to know..." "Hey! You! The blondie!" A loud, arrogant voice cut through the air. Oliver jumped and quickly ended the call. He turned around to see James, the team's backup goalie. James was rich, spoiled, and had a face that looked like it was permanently sneering. "Are you paid to chat with your girlfriend, or are you paid to work?" James snapped, tossing a sweaty towel onto the floor right in front of Oliver's shoes. "Pick it up."

The heaviness in the air was palpable. From the distant confines of his bedroom, Oliver's voice echoed through the quiet house giving a command to James. "James, bring me a cup of coffee immediately," Oliver instructed, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. My heart sank as I heard those words. I anxiously hoped and prayed the moon goddess and my lucky star that it wasn't me he was asking to be served this time. James hurriedly rushed into the kitchen, his face filled with concern. "Miss," he gasped breathlessly as he approached me, "Mr. Oliver wants you to serve him his coffee in his room." The urgency in his voice mirrored the tension that hung in the air.