Oliver Thredson Novels & Stories

James Oliver : He is a 29years businessman. He is the heir to oliver groups . He is a player but his heart beat only for one person. Years ago he did a big mistake by letting go the only girl he ever loved and now he wants to get her back at any cost. He is one of most eligible bachelor of New York. Lance Hamilton:

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

The tone of his voice lowered to a darkened whisper, “And sit down.” A slight tremor ran through my left hand at the intensity as I stiffly sat back down on the chair. From the corner of my eye, Keyleth shoved a piece of her hair to the back of her ear and started to speak. “Father,” she called out softly, “I am to blame. Oliver had nothing to do with this.” “No! What?” My both brows shot up as I glanced at Keyleth and back to the alpha of Valeras. “I wan—”

I added, "send a message to Oliver. I want a full report on Marcus's activities. Every gambling session. Every debt he's accumulated. Every person he's borrowed money from." Oliver had been a godsend. He was a young man, barely older than myself, who had served my grandfather faithfully until the old man's death. When my grandfather passed, Cordelia had dismissed all his loyal servants, scattering them to the winds. But Oliver had never forgotten his former master's kindness. When I had reached out to him through careful intermediaries, he had agreed to help without hesitation. "Your grandfather was a good man," he had told me. "He treated me with respect when no one else would. If helping y

Oliver's voice pulled me out of my awkward bewilderment. "Yes!" I squeaked, then hurriedly cleared my throat. "Yes." I stretched my lips into a thin smile and willed myself not to look in Alexander's direction. Oliver glanced at my sunglasses but, likely, chose not to comment on my new outfit accessory. Drawing another smile, he pointed at the man standing behind him. "This is Trevor." He stepped aside, and a tall man in a suit and chauffeur's hat marched forward. The man gave me and Liam a curt bow. "I hope you both had a pleasant flight."

Oliver had also just walked in without knocking and overheard Douglas' last words, taking the opportunity to tease me. Oliver Mackenzie is my lawyer, both in matters related to the company and personal issues. He was multifunctional, I used to joke, but he had an entire team to provide the necessary support for his work, as well as great prestige for representing such an important company like Reloading Inc.

The admission scraped my throat raw. "You are," Elliot said. "To her, you are." Silence pressed in. Somewhere downstairs, in Dad's old office that was no longer his, documents were being stamped, orders given, new schedules posted. General Oliver had accepted the mantle like he was born with it. Of course he had. He cared about everyone. Not just the people with titles. "I can go to Summerton," I said. "I can talk to their council. I can show up at her house and—"

"Wow. A real feast. It's giving me 'great depression' vibes." "Hey, it's got protein, carbs, and veggies. It's healthy," I said. I opened the squeaky kitchen cabinet. We were almost out of rice. This new bag had to last. "It's sad, is what it is," Sloane said, leaning on the counter. "You work two jobs, El. You should be able to buy a steak. Or at least a pizza that won't make us sick." "The steak money went to Mrs. Henderson last week," I said quietly. She runs the Havencrest orphanage. She said the kids needed new crayons and paper.

Damian's eyes widened as realization crashed into him in waves that would have sent him reeling, but he stood still, firmly rooted to the ground, and flabbergasted. Olivia, his ex wife, was actually the next heir to the powerful Arthur's group. She was the hidden gem that worked in secret alongside her uncle.

Only, they always remained out of reach. I will not remain out of Ethan’s reach. My gaze flits back to Blake. “Can he be cured?” “There’s only one person in the Northlands who knows the antidote,” says Blake. “You?” His lips curve into a smile. He goes back to the workstation and starts mixing something in a beaker. “Keep pressure on the wound,” he tells Ethan. When Blake returns, he tips back John’s head and pours the liquid into his mouth. John chokes. I step closer, peering over Becky’s head. “That’s the antidote?”