Oliver The Promised Neverland Novels & Stories

What if it wasn’t Nick, but Nic. Dominic. “Olive, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. They promised me you’d be safe, that you wouldn’t get caught up in Lorenzo and Violet’s drama. That’s what they told me it was, stupid relationship drama. I thought I was doing the right thing. I didn’t know he’d try to kidnap her! Wait…you said he tried. That implies you two somehow managed to get away.” The silence was deafening, and somehow I knew that just as I held my breath, Olive was holding hers too. “How did you get away?” Her face must’ve hinted at something because Erik croaked, “…what—what did you do?”

I feel like it’s our souls that combine as one when we mate. “I make no promises,” laughs Oliver. “You will if wish to keep your little friend,” threatens Olivia making me burst out laughing. “Geez, I was kidding, no need to get so hostile,” Oliver jokes back. I swear that boy has no serious bone in his body.

Oliver panicked and shouted, "I can't leave the Demon tribe. You have to help me! You have to! If the fiend folks capture me, I'll be dead for sure." Oliver was hysterical. About half an hour ago, he had lied to Yooda, one of the twelve fiend Martyrs. There was no way Yooda would let that go—he might have already sent men to look for him. Oliver had a pretty clear idea of what would happen if they captured him.

A listless laugh came again from the lips of the blue-eyed boy as he placed his hands on the cheekbones of the girl who held his heart captive. “You're always the gentleman who rescues this damsel in distress,” he joked, looking at her mesmerizing honey-colored eyes, “you're right, there's no time to get me down. I promised you I'd get you to The Gold Star alive and that's what I'll do. We'll meet Oliver again and have our own fairy tale.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The crunching of glass against the floor along with guttural grunts was all that could be heard in Elliot Craig's elegant office. He couldn't believe

He looked proud when he took my hand behind him and pulled me under his arm. “After many years of praying for this moment, I am proud to introduce all of you to your Luna. Helena.” He smiled at me, but I couldn’t smile. Silence fell for a moment before I heard a low rumble of voices. It took another minute or so before the people started to cheer. Under the circumstances, I guess it was understandable. Oliver left here with a promise to kill all werewolves, and he returned with one on his arm as his Luna.

The ruined wedding, the spies, the betrayal, all I ever wanted was a quiet life. “I promise this storm will part my queen. We’ll get married and rule this pack together.” Oliver assured me and I took his word for it. As long as it was Oliver, every word he said to me was a promise considered fulfilled.

Olive’s POV [“Thank you for taking the blame for me, Olive. I promise to take care of your grandmother. Just bear a little longer, okay? We need to save our Pack from that dangerous Lycan. You are my only hope. And don’t worry. Once you get out of the prison, then I will get you back. We will get married, and you will be my Luna. That’s my vow.”]

“Oliver” “Mmm” Nuella moved away from his hold and looked at him “Promise me that you will let me be there the day you catch them and allow me kill them myself” she said with all seriousness. She is never going to allow the people that dared to kidnap Cia to keep on living. The last thing Oliver wanted was to let her hands be stained with blood. He would not allow her to do it, so he did not know how to make such a promise. “Oliver” she called him when he became silent, she knew he didn't want her hands to be stained with blood which is why she wanted him to make her this promise since he will not be able to break his promise later.

He couldn’t finish what he wanted to say when Frank grabbed him by the arm. “Hey, what are you doing? You promised not to cause trouble!” Frank told Oliver firmly. “You have to act normal or I’ll have to drag you out then this whole home visit thing would be useless.” Oliver nodded his head. “I’m sorry,” he told Sierra with a straight face. “I just want to take a closer look at the baby… If you don’t mind.” Frank glared at him, but Oliver ignored it. “I’m sorry, Ms. O’Brian. My friend here is fond of children, and it’s been a while since he saw a baby in person.”

94. The next day was finally the day they were to go for the picnic. Annabel took Olivia outside the house and Roland drove them to the amusement park. When they got there, Olivia couldn't help but run around Roland happily. “Mr. Roland, I'm happy you finally fulfilled your promise of playing with me.” She smiled and he winked at her. “I'm happy to spend some time with you too. Where's the picnic blanket?” He asked and Olivia pointed at Annabel, who stood at one end lost in thoughts.