Oliver Thredson Novels & Stories

I think the owl had been a test. Oliver, that’s the guy’s name, wanted to see if I would actually do it. I did, I killed him with my bare hands, then I took a picture of his dead body, before racing off and vomiting on a mountain. The force of my dry heaves started an avalanche which thankfully covered what little I had vomited up.

He has never seen her shivered this way ever since he lost their mum, his wife. Seeing her shiver made him realized that he already lost his rational mind, so he heaved a sigh to calm his nerves down. After the third sigh, he comforted her daughter and assured her maximum security expert henceforth. Oliver was having a talk with Stab about the returning of young master Ethan. He had been oversea for over a year now and he was coming back for his sister's wedding. It was at this point he got the news that his wife to be was attacked earlier on. He immediately left to check up on her...

I glanced at him, and I saw him fighting the pain in his eyes, wanting to look supportive of his friend. Oliver told me about his friend and how, of all the six troublemakers, he was the one unworthy of the name. He avoided trouble like a plague, and if there were a way to resolve it without conflict, he would gladly seek it. Seeing him in this uniform and behind bars showed just how unfair the world was to those who wanted to live a peaceful, unproblematic life. He funded many world peace causes around the country and beyond; he also had a few charities to which he had dedicated his time and energy. This was wrong on so many levels.

Oliver wouldn’t simply get angry and lash out; he plans to kill a great deal of people, and once he succeeds, he won’t stop. Aiden classified you as a sacrificial lamb—a necessary victim to take Oliver out of his way. The problem was that Aiden was unable to handle the situation he had created. They will all die now. Whether by you or Oliver, it doesn’t matter. Their fates are all sealed, but Oliver also plans to remove his family, your family, and if I know the wolf within him that has been controlling this, they will target the crown next.”

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

"Arthur told me to expect you." To Megan's uttermost surprise, the man looked to be in his late fifties; presumably the only one in the entire building who was. He was bald, African- she guessed West African from his accent- and quite muscularly sound for his age. He radiated power and authority just like Arthur did and for a second, the fear she had felt at the latter's sight came flooding back to her and she cowered a little. "Who are you?" she asked. "Dennis Ahmad," he replied, extending a handshake. "I'm the Director of UNCADTAR's paramilitary response's division. Or as I like to call it, Olympus."

“MR THOMAS OLIVER JACKSON, AGE 36, FROM KENTUCKY. FORMER CEO OF TELFORD’S. MARRIED TWICE, CURRENT WIFE IS MRS HOLLY JACKSON, AGE 23 FROM RHODE ISLAND. SHE IS 13 YEARS HIS JUNIOR. HE HAS 3 CHILDREN, TWO FROM HIS PREVIOUS MARRIAGE TO SARAH JACKSON, ALSO AGED 36, FROM CALIFORNIA. SHE WAS A FORMER BEAUTY QUEEN. HIS FIRST CHILD IS ONLY 4 YEARS YOUNGER THAN HIS CURRENT WIFE. HE HAD A GIRLFRIEND BACK IN COLLEGE, A CALLIE HOLDSWORTH, HE KNOCKED HER UP WHEN THEY WERE 17 AND THEN DUMPED HER. SHE HAS FILED NUMEROUS COURT ORDERS FOR HIM TO PAY MAINTAINANCE, BUT HE HASN’T PAID SINCE HIS DAUGHTER WAS 4 YEARS OLD. HE DEFINITELY HAS THE MEANS TO PAY, HE HAS JUST UNDER $12.7 MILLION DOLLARS IN HIS BANK ACCOU

"You're not going to get what you want." "You're not going home," he says flatly. "You're all the same. You, my father, fucking Dimitri DiFronzo... you think you can just give somebody something and let them have it and use it and believe it's theirs forever. Then you rip it out of their hands again, just because you feel like it. Well, that's not happening." Oliver goes back to his tool bag and pulls out a coiled rope. I don't think that's a tool bag, not really. Because why the fuck does he have rope in it?

What had I done? Just then, the door swung open with the smooth, quiet confidence of someone who owned the place—and the person who walked in did. Oliver stood there in a charcoal turtleneck sweater, looking freshly shaved and maddeningly composed, as though he hadn’t been up all night tending to a drunk fiancée. He carried a steaming cup of something in his hand, and when he smiled at me, it was the kind of smile that made people trust him, made people fall at his feet.

Oliver continued, “Did he mention us?” “Haha!” Stephen laughed. “I understand now. Are you worried that Ethan might reject the projects with the factory? Don’t worry. Ethan can’t touch you. The whole of Riveria has to listen to me now.” A wave of relief washed over Oliver. It felt like he had just walked back from the brink of death, narrowly escaping with his life. Fortunately, Ethan did not plan to move against them. Otherwise, he would book a flight out of the country now. Oliver took a deep breath and calmed himself down before saying, “Well, it’s true I’m not Snow’s biological father. You should’ve noticed that we have different last names.”