Oliver Jay Novels & Stories

When I recovered, Jayce stood up and hurried to the comfort room. ​"Are you two a couple?" I asked Oliver curiously. I've been wanting to know that since earlier. ​"No, we're just best friends who love to fool around. Exploring things beyond our needs." He answered, then he kissed me passionately. I arched my back when he started to finger me again. Insatiable. ​Jayce came back holding a lubricant. He grinned when he saw Oliver. ​"Now, Vareen," Jayce commanded. "I want you to finger yourself while watching us."

He has never seen his older brother become like this. He hated Alaisa for his brother. He really didn't like that girl but he respected Jayden's decision. Earlier, if he hadn't put his brother first, he might have rushed Alaisa. Oliver doesn't do anything. Female or male. Typical thoughts of an 18-year-old Mr. Shein. He turned off his phone especially since his daddy was calling him. He stayed, he didn't drink. He just watched over Jayden until he was completely drunk.

“Have you proposed to her and she accepted? If not, then listen carefully. I still love Lara. I’m going to beg her, and I’m going to make sure she comes back to me. So if I were you, I’d do the right thing and leave her alone.” Jayden’s eyes hardened. He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “You left her. You abandoned her. You treated her like trash,” he shot back. “You broke her heart and made her miserable. Now you show up when she’s finally happy and glowing again—and you think she’ll take you back after everything you did?” The words hit Oliver like blows. His gaze dropped, eyelids lowering as he sank into thought. Then he lifted his head and fixed Jayden with a cold stare.

Curiosity got the best of me and like a little child I tried to peek over Narissa’s shoulder, to see who this person was. Green Blue eyes stare back at me, his golden-honey hair slicked back, and his chin covered in a faint that cut nicely along his jawline forming into a smirk as I assessed him. Oliver freaking Steward… Boy, did he clean up good. When I saw him last a few hours ago he was covered in dirt, blood, and a whole heap of other stuff that I barely recognized him. The eyes, his eyes confuse me, I couldn’t place why they look so familiar before, maybe it’s the mate bond playing tricks on me, but his eyes, I know I’ve seen them before.

After hours of waiting, some men were tired and decided to leave, but already the doors made of metal had been closed, and no one seemed to have any other way out. One of the men who was called to the meeting was wondering about when he met Roy and Harper, so he decided to introduce himself to them. “Hello, I'm Oliver. I'm from the Carter estate. Actually, I was called here because the message came from an important meeting, so I needed to represent my family. But now I have waited for hours, and no one seems to be coming. What is really happening, please?” Oliver asked. Oliver directed the syndicate; he was from the Carter family, but he had a hidden identity. He disguised himself to be a s

Oliver, being attentive, asked kindly, "Ms. Jayston, are you feeling cold?" Nyla nodded. "Yes. It might be the air conditioning." As she spoke, Oliver had already begun to remove his jacket to drape it over her. However, a hand stopped him. Oliver looked up in surprise and saw a man with an icy demeanor and hostility in his eyes. He recognized Damon from previous business dealings with Prospectus Technology, though he was only a department manager and doubted Damon would remember him. "Hello, Mr. Sumner," Oliver greeted. Damon raised an eyebrow and replied coolly, "You know me?"

Jen sat down and clenched her hands in her lap. “Have I done something wrong?” “You will have to speak out loud Jen, we are not all from the same pack here, but in answer to your question no, you haven’t done anything wrong.” Brother Andrew looked at Jen with kind eyes, she still looked tired and he knew Greta must still be suffering greatly. He introduced her to the assembled Reivers, Jen recognised Annie and Hugh, she had seen them going in and out of the Chapel. The big blonde wolf was Pete MacGregor, she had seen him with a human woman and what she presumed was their son going to the nursery. The big dark haired wolf was called Camron, she had never seen him before so Brother Andrew info

"Yes, he's in there with a doctor. He isn't feeling too well..." "Jay has really been going through a lot these days. I feel so sorry for him...and Tonia as well," Leah pouted. She suddenly looked at Olivia as if finally noticing her. "Good morning. I am sorry for my bad manners," Leah greeted. "It is okay, good morning," Olivia smiled. "May I ask who you are? I am just coming from school, so I don't really know anything that is happening," She laughed awkwardly. "My name is Olivia, and I am Ryker's mate," She introduced herself.

His gaze landed on me, then flicked just slightly to the side—thoughtful, considering. Then, just as casually: “By the way—what’s your deal with Dylan?” My stomach went tight. Too slow. I reacted too slow. And Oliver? Oliver noticed. His lips curled up, sharp and knowing. “Ah,” he said. Fuck. “He’s my assistant,” I said, voice flat. Oliver clicked his tongue. “Just your assistant?” I didn’t blink. “Yes.” He studied me, too long, before leaning back in my chair—again—this time dragging a hand down the armrest like he was testing the quality.

Olivia asked, sounding desperate. "Wow! Look, guys! Olivia, our friend from middle school is still roaming the streets!" exclaimed Yasmin --- a girl who once went to school with Olivia. "What a sad your life," said Lisa, who was standing next to Yasmin. "It's sad, but isn't that what Olivia had to get as a child without a family?" Napper replied to Lisa's words. Both Yasmin, Lisa and Napper, they laughed together. Laughing at poor Olivia's fate. Unlike Olivia, the girl was trying desperately to maintain a strong expression on her face.