Oliver Thredson Novels & Stories

He responded. "Will you please be honest with me, Oliver? Who are you?" I asked him again. "And please don't tell me another lie because I am tired of it, Oliver," I said in more than a whisper. "Are you eighteen years old?" I asked. "No, I am not. Victoria, I am already twenty-six years old, and I am the CEO of my company at Gallant City. And I am the Alpha of our pack, the Valiant Pack. And I came to Zenith because of you, your father, and the elders of my pack begged me to come here and pretend as a Senior High School student for your protection." Oliver said, and he narrated everything to me, and I learned Zane is one of our kind, and I hated my parents for lying their identity to me.

He saw her earlier with Mrs Morgan but didn't know what they were discussing and he wasn't suspicious as well since they were like mother and daughter. Mrs Morgan was one of the trusted security agents and she was the oldest in the house. But now, he believed her disappearance had everything to do with her. Anthony stepped out of the room and shut the door. After searching everywhere including where he searched before, he made up his mind to question Mrs Morgan. ********** Trevor stuttered and a wide grin was plastered on his face as he lay sprawled on the floor with 10 bottles of bourbon and whiskey beside him. He was wasted no doubt, but he liked it. At least, he wasn't having the thought

“Oliver, meet Bella Martinez, our new design consultant.” Oliver stepped forward, a charming smile playing on his lips. He was dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit—a leather jacket over a fitted black shirt, jeans, and well-worn boots. His eyes held a spark of curiosity as he extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bella. I see the Langston company has a thing for hiring beautiful ladies.” He threw a playful glance at Adrian who just adjusted his sitting position. I shook his hand, feeling a surprising warmth in his grip. “Nice to meet you, Oliver. I didn’t realize Adrian had a brother.”

Corey pleaded out with tears of desperation in her eyes. "Damn it, I got spotted." Oliver grumbled to himself, turning his attention to Corey. "Oliver?" one of the thugs turned around and saw Oliver spying on them. "So, it's the trash ex son-in-law of the Connors!" barked that same thug. "Look," said Oliver as he raised his hands up. "I was just walking by. I do not know what is going on. I have no relations to them. So, I'll just be on my way."

Olivia was 24, newly married and living in a quiet suburban neighborhood with her husband, who traveled constantly for work. Their next-door neighbor, Mr. Elias Thorne, was 48 — a retired architect, tall, silver-fox handsome, with a deep voice, strong hands, and the kind of quiet, commanding presence that made Olivia’s pulse quicken every time she saw him mowing his lawn or reading on his porch. One hot summer afternoon, Olivia’s husband was away on a two-week business trip.

It was as if I had just declared the most improbable thing in the world. “Wait, what? “Oliver hasn’t got a brother called Greg. He has a step-brother who is my best friend, Sebastian Norton, the actor. I’ve known Oliver all his life. There is no brother called Greg.” “What? Well, I don’t understand this. Who did I kick in the balls when he ripped my dress down the front because I wouldn’t sleep with him? He said his name was Greg Moorcroft.”

"He wants to discuss a potential partnership that could provide significant financial backing for your projects." I leaned back in my chair, contemplating the possibilities. The thought of securing the resources to expand my business and achieve even greater success was undeniably tempting. But as the details sank in, a cloud of doubt began to form. "Olivia, what are the terms of this partnership?" I asked cautiously. "What does Mr. Thornhill expect in return?" Olivia hesitated for a moment, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "He has made it clear that he expects you to sever ties with Adrian. He believes that your personal relationship could pose a conflict of interest and hi

Roth knitted his eyebrows together, frowning. That name seemed familiar - was he someone famous? Roth clicked on his profile to check out who he was. His profession in his bio said that he was an architect and happily committed. Roth’s heart sank further into his stomach as he saw Oliver’s recent post. Unlike Tristan, Oliver had posted Tristan everywhere on his page, but it was either Tristan’s back, or just his hand so unless someone knew it was Tristan, they could not tell it was Tristan. Except the last post - he had posted the same picture as Tristan, simply captioned: Happy Anniversary!

Hismidn constantly replayed his own father, choking her to death as he slammed her into the wall over and over. No. Not his father. Thomas wasn't his father. Isaiah was. Except Isaiah wasn't really either, was he? There was no way Isaiah King would accept him as his son after all that had happened. Oliver had no one. He was completely utterly alone. "Hey." A different officer crouched in front of him. "Oliver, right? Is there someone we can call? Family? Friends?" Oliver shook his head mutely. "What about Isaiah King? He's your Dad, isn't he?”

He also mention another motive,who is he working for,I need to know the shit that this dude is up to,” I am not giving up till I meet with your boss. Foot steps approached from Oliv back,making her to turn,her jaw dropped seeing who it was. “I heard you desperately want to meet with me.” Mr Thompson said clearing his throat. “Huh…”Oliv said her mouth wide opened. “Take it easy on yourself my dear, you do too much. I’m impressed you haven’t given up after everything you’ve been through.” He said laughing oddly. “You old fool,”Oliv said but was sharply corrected with a slap from Sebastian.” How dare you call him that.” He said.