Oliver Oken Novels & Stories

I thought I would pick you up later. Kristen Oliver crossed his legs and looked proud. 'Why can't I come? I'm MIss.Oliver from TNK Group. Of course, I'm here to fight for your power. '

“Yeah, it’s sad that she uses her gift in such a selfish way. I’m just glad I don’t drink. Otherwise I probably wouldn’t have been able to stop.” “More of a man than me, I’d say.” Oliver’s face lit up with a sudden idea. He reached out his hand to James. “Let’s start over, shall we? Oliver Burton of London.” James chuckled softly. “James Olympia of . . . Albuquerque, New Mexico.” “I see the possibility of a good friendship in our future.” “Yeah.” He nodded. “Me too.”

Until… "Hello Miss Olwen, we've worked hard to find you." The familiar voice of a man Olwen knew spoke up. Instantly freezes Olwen's entire body. She turned her wide eyes to stare at the person in front of her. Olwen recognized this as a trusted subordinate of Mr. Kent. Behind him were four other men. Everyone looks big and muscular. And of course, their appearance is very scary. "Tom..."

"Remember Kenan and his partner? He’s been waiting for a chance to strike at Derek Quinton for a long time, and I’ve given it to him." Oliver’s lips thinned into a mirthless smile. He had already heard this from Nikolai, but hearing it from Thomas’s own mouth was a different kind of satisfaction. It was the sound of a man who thought he was a predator, unaware that he was already in the trap. "And what is his role?" Christina asked.

Her hickeys. ___ ((Oliver is getting on my nerves.))

(Olga) Shit!

I don't think arrows twitch like that. That night, Oliver lay in his small, cramped apartment. The rent was overdue. The student loan emails were piling up. He needed an escape. He pulled out his phone and opened Tinder. He didn't use his real face, just a photo of his torso in a tight t-shirt. His profile name was simply "Oli." Swipe left. Swipe left. Swipe left. Then, he paused. A profile popped up. User: X. 28 years old. There was no face. Just a photo of a man's chest and abs, taken in a mirror. The body was incredible, broad shoulders, defined obliques, and veins running down muscular arms. He was wearing dark sunglasses in the second photo, sitting by a pool at night.

Aiden stopped… “Where did you get that?” Oliver turned slowly. “You weren’t supposed to see that.” Aiden's heart started racing faster and the pulse spiked. “You’re working for him.” “I was,” Oliver admitted. “Until I wasn’t. But Crane doesn’t let people go. Not really.” “And you didn’t think to mention that while we were dodging bullets?” Oliver held up his hands. “I’m not your enemy, Aiden. I’ve risked everything to keep you and Julian alive.”

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

I said "Sure," they said and grabbed their laptops we started tipping and Oliver stopped "He's in Italy," Oliver said "And his wife is in Europe," El said "Okay, we need real proof about this," Oscar said "Oliver where is the son?" I asked while tipping "I thought you were finding that out," he said shaking his head and then started tipping again "He's in Los Angeles," Oliver said "Fuck Ralph call Jax or Caleb make sure they're okay," I said and started tipping faster