Oliver Thredson Novels & Stories

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.

For him, he believed he had to strategist silently in other to get the fire back. Oliver never stopped keeping tabs on Colton's fashion, and Audrey felt elated to know that Audrey was the designer in charge. Oliver boarded a flight to Hong Kong before the competition and was fortunate enough to be seated beside Carter Colton. “ You do not have a candidate in this arena, I wonder if the Logan empire has so much spare time on their hands to come all the way here”. Carter teased, his gaze stern and fixed on the stage. “ I came to cheer for a good friend of mine who is on that stage, someone like you wouldn't understand that ”. Oliver spread his lips as a smirk appeared.

Kian was about to stand and was ready to take off in a defensive stance after listening to their relentless insults towards their friend. "Let them be, Kian. There's no use getting ourselves into trouble because of them," Morgan reminded Kian before facing the opposite group who was currently staring at them with or more precisely, they were staring at them with contemptuous eyes. After Oliver Woods turned the first time, they realized that he wasn't an omega like both of his parents were. Instead, he was also one of the best fighters of the back thus, he was usually assigned at the territory's boundaries to check the perimeters. But this promotion on Oliver's side only made him even more cu

Oliver comments. He sports his eye patch, his arms ripped and on display for all to see and I can't help thinking how Thor like he seemed to be. Ally must be over the moon with the picking the Moon goddess paired her with. "Wait, you're not Beta, anymore?" I ask, pulling my mind back to reality.

Oliver Thorne. Alive. Julian took a slow step forward, his own gun heavy in his hand but lowered, not aimed. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Oliver’s head tilted. “You know me better than that.” Aiden straightened up, his eyes darting between them with curiosity. “Julian… who is this guy?” Silence. Then Oliver answered for him. “I used to be the shadow behind his throne.” Julian’s jaw clenched.

"What the hell was that? Oh my God, Thomas Morris is your landlord. You do know he's in the El Ordre, right? No, he is the punisher. He's the guy. You need to get out of this." El Ordre, much known as The Order. The highest organization that deals in maintaining the balance of the two realms—the humans and the supernaturals. After that night happened between me and Thomas, I did some research about him, and that information shocked me. Aside from my father kicking me out, clashing with Thomas is not something I can risk. "I can't. I don't know how. I had no idea he owned the building. My father did. I don't know how Thomas bought it from him, Dale. I won't know more until he comes back."

The five-hour flight ended with Tristan and Oliver having exchanged numbers and life stories. As it turned out, Oliver had been in Las Vegas to solve some property dispute caused by his father after his rich mother had just passed away. Although Tristan exchanged his number with him, he knew that it was useless because there was no chance they could meet again. Oliver lived way upstate, and they seemed to have no mutual hobbies as Oliver was a billionaire architect, who spent most of his time in his office on his designs. He was about to be proven very wrong.

I say, shaking my head, and my father lifts an eyebrow at me. “You’ve met him and his partner plenty of times at my dinner parties and get-togethers, Christian. His name is Dr. Oliver Thomas - he’s married to Nick Thomas from Ingleton Corp. in Brooklyn,” he says, and it feels as if the room has been starved of oxygen. “Wait…” I trail off with a scoff. “Oliver Thomas, blonde Brit who was at your charity auction two months back? He’s married to a man?” I ask, and he nods with a questioning look in his eyes while I am left reeling.

Including Sam. “Oliver Rothchild, eldest son of Judge Richard Rothchild and the Veritas car empire. He is a billionaire but only because of his parents and his extracurricular activities. The public knows him as an esteemed bachelor with the looks of a movie star and the polish of a seasoned politician when he wants to. He’s painted as a philanthropist. We all know that it’s a load of crap, and now we have proof.” Gambit threw some documents up on the monitor so that we could all see them as well.

Sir Miller chuckled. Thorne said, "I heard that you were quiet and oblivious to the outside world. But seeing you today, I realize that the rumors were wrong." Sir Miller smiled and said nothing. Thorne added, "I was Thorne, surnamed Brown. I had the same family name as Olivia." Sir Miller's body shook violently. Thorne's pupils contracted, “Do you know Olivia?" "I don't know..." Sir Miller blurted out. "Don't know her? Haha, Olivia is your son Robert's girlfriend. How could you not know?" Thorne said aggressively.