Oliver Jay Novels & Stories

Oliver shouted Oliver was standing at the stairs on the second floor, enraged after seeing those people downstairs. She had just dialed 911 when she noticed the man standing in front of the crowd. “Zayden Collins!” Oliver’s eyes widened in surprise, and she set her phone down. Oliver quickly relaxed. “I have always remembered the deal I made with you back then,’ she said, as slowly as she walked down the stairs, “but how come you seem to have forgotten it yourself?”

"Yeah. That’s her." Lily turned her attention to Oliver, who had been watching curiously. She tilted her head, studying him as though trying to size him up. "Who are you?" Oliver stood taller, puffing his chest with importance. "I’m Olli. And this is my mommy." He pointed proudly at me. I crouched down, smiling warmly. "Hi, sweetheart. I used to live here too, when I was little like you." Her eyes went wide. "Really? You’re an orphan too?"