Oliver Thredson นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Werewolves were predators after all,there was something bloodthirsty in the hunt. "I'm glad," I said simply, meaning it completely as I smiled at Lumina. "You all deserve to be together and happy." A tall, broad-shouldered man I recognized from earlier visits stepped forward, extending his hand to me with a respectful nod. "I'm Thorne," he said. "Xenois's second-in-command. I wanted to thank you personally for what you did to save the boys. That was incredibly brave." I shook his hand, remembering how he'd brought clothes for Ollie during those first difficult days when they'd arrived at the pack which Ollie early shift that had been more than what he could handle and the full hatred he had

Ten Years Later: London Crime Scene "Mr. Raverton, for you," Olliver Raverton, at mere 27 was one of the most revered scientists in England. Tall, curly dark hair, pale, smooth skin, high cheek bones probably the envy of most Hollywood actors, Olliver had grown into a handsome and attractive young man. His love for chemicals and experiments had only grown further and he was now working with top pharmaceutical manufacturers to improve all sorts of medications.

"Do you see who's openly approaching you? He's so handsome! He even outshines Tom Ellis!" Olive sneered. "Who's that?" "That's why you need to broaden your horizons! Lucifer Morningstar is ridiculously handsome. There's no cure for that. Don't just focus on Jeon Jung Kook!" "As if I could help it," Olive grumbled. But her eyes indeed betrayed her. There, Thomas stood tall, seemingly giving special instructions. He wore a dark blue polo shirt that hugged his body perfectly, paired with brown pants that harmonized well with his outfit. He also had black sunglasses shielding his eyes from the morning sun.

He was going to annul his marriage with my Mother. The asshole didn't even tell her about it and he was here blabbing rubbish. I was losing my temper. " I'm sorry sir you can't take that decision without the Board members presence" Ethan answered. Brandon laughed a little before he finally spoke up." Ethan, I am the owner, the president of Olyster Textiles. For years this great organization has been lead by Olysters only. For all I know, Mr Khalid Olyster isn't my son or nephew. We're not related in any way so he doesn't have the right to be here as the Vice President"

With the word “hell”, the countless snowflakes that never stopped falling suddenly burst, turning into boundless mist. An icy storm instantly swept over. Oliver was instantly furious when he saw someone dare to threaten him at his own doorstep. He looked at the person and sneered. “I am Oliver Stone of the Ethereal Tower. Who are you and why are you intercepting me outside my sect? “You may not know, but this person killed my son and is an irreconcilable enemy of mine. If you want to save him, you’ll not only be my enemy but also the enemy of all of Ethereal Tower!”

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.

"Get a piece of cloth to clean up this mess!" Was his name Oliver Monero? He was the heir to the Monero Empire. He had been close all this while. OLIVER MONERO! MONERO EMPIRE! started ringing in my head. "Is this how you run this place?!" Oliver stood up and barked at Brad before turning to look at me. One of the men that sat with him stood and tried to hold him, but he snatched his hand away. "What kind of clumsy employees do you have here?! You should hire experts, not some woman who can't control herself at the sight of men."

He’s tall but not as wide set as the other guys, but he is no less ripped and one of the fastest warriors I have ever seen. Oliver, our future Gamma, looks like your stereotypical biker. Medium length, dark brown, almost black hair that falls forward obscuring his face and piercing brown eyes that are almost as dark give off a ‘don’t mess with me’ vibe. He has tattoos on both forearms and one on his chest, just peeking out of the collar of his shirt. He is the most quiet of the group, lending to the mysteriousness. His expression is regularly bordering on resting b*tch face.

He kept twitching while lying on the ground, and blood came out at the corner of his mouth. “Are you out of your mind?!” Oliver was obviously very dissatisfied with the “traitor”, Karl. Therefore, he instantly let his men break his remaining hand and foot at this moment. Tristan and others were watching this scene with brilliant eyes. Right! That was it! This was the feeling we yearned for! Tyson’s eyes twitched while watching the scene at this moment. Karl was a member of the Quinlan family from Georgia. However, Oliver did not show any respect toward him at all. Longmen was indeed amazing.

He had the look of an ancient god who had walked out of a tomb and found the modern world wanting. "My name is Cillian Thorne," he said. His voice didn't need a microphone; it was a low-frequency vibration that seemed to resonate in the marrow of everyone in the room. It was the sound of absolute, unearned authority. "Ten years ago, the world was told I died in an avalanche in the Himalayas. The world was lied to by a grandfather who lacked the vision to see what I could become, and a brother who was too weak to carry the weight of our blood."