Oliver Wood Fanfic Novels & Stories

Few moments after Oliver had disappeared into the Kitchen, Zezi could hear muffled voices, catch some of the words they said no matter how hushed they tried to make it. "...I love you. It's always been you." Oliver's voice wasn't as goofy as always, instead it sounded like a desperate plead. "You cheated... my best friend." "Only I.... Suffer... Why?" "She is my best friend! You are the problem and so... I must cut you off for---" there was a rustle. "Let me go." "Let me taste you. Please, just this once. I've been starving without you." "Oli--" "My sweet Bun, just a flick, I promise." Zezi's hands clenched into fists. That bastard!

Slowly, Oliver's raging fury began to fade. "While I am fixing the tap, the three of you can get to pleasuring little miss big eighteen," Oliver said, and just like that, he was back to annoying the hell out of me. "She is meant to serve us—" "And it goes both ways," Oliver interrupted smoothly. "Do not pretend like you guys do not get off on eating a woman out. My little sis is better than every girl you have ever been with, so you are going to give her the decency of a full orgasm before ours."

“It could be, or we can do something else if you want. As long as we’re together. “ Oliver says, getting up from the chair. He walks to his bed and gets on taking me with him. He slowly places me on my back. My heart starts beating even faster. Are we crossing the line of things I am not willing to do? Before I can say anything else he falls onto his back right next to me. He stares up at the ceiling and then he looks at me smiling. “What do you want to do? He asks after a moment’s pause. He has this look of want in his eyes. I recognize that look because I feel the same way. I want more than to just lay in his bed like this. I want things I shouldn’t want. This is what I meant when I said

“Being a coward,“ Oliver clarified. “It's my first time being met with a situation like this, and I acted on impulse. I made you feel insecure and doubt my feelings. I've had enough time to think about it, and my final decision is that I want to be with you. Screw both your press and your father. I'm never letting you go.“ Suddenly, it felt like a huge burden had been taken off my shoulders. Sitting upright on the bed, I dabbed my wet cheeks, cupped Oliver's face, and pressed my lips against his in a soft kiss. “Thank you.“ Pulling back, I added, “But I'm going to be the one to screw my father over and make it clear that this will be the last time he tries to walk over me.“ A smirk tugged at

Oliver gave us a suspicious look as he entered the kitchen. "Ian likes Layla." Oliver didn't look surprised by my words. Rather, he smiled. "You are just finding out?" "You knew about it?" Tyrell asked, he looked stunned by Oliver's words. "Yes, you both have been with them all this while and haven't noticed it?" Ian sighed, facepalming as he turned to Oliver, whose eyes were flickering with mischief. "Not you too, Oliver. " "What? I'm just stating the facts. Why else would you give up your sandwiches for her?" Oliver questioned him.

everyone said "Here," Dad said as he gave Oliver a glass of whiskey "Who are you? And why do Nick and I look like you," Oliver asked Dad "Oliver this is your father, Andrei," Daddy said "What?" He asked and looked at both Daddy and Dad "You're my, Nick, and Olive's father?" over asked "Yes," Dad said Oliver nodded his head and looked at me "You look fat," He said "Ouch asshole," I said after gasping "She's pregnant, ass," Alex said

Three Years Later Olliver was growing up into a tall and handsome man and it was becoming more and more difficult for Schuyler to ignore how his body was reacting towards his soulmate. Olliver was tall with the same baby blue sparkling eyes and had now developed cheek bones to die for. His thick, brunet curls kept bouncing, giving him bed hair most of the time. He never cared about taming his hair, if he does it purposely to torture Schuyler, it was not sure. Lately though it was getting more and more difficult. Olliver was acting unlike himself, but still like himself. Schuyler couldn't understand at all why he was uncomfortable. Was it all him or was Olliver doing it on purpose? It had got

How could you Torre, I thought and tears of sadness stream down my face. Oliver's POV 💋 I deepening the kiss, and round my hands around his neck, I want more of his lip... I can't wait to have his full length inside my honey pot... Have missed him so much. G!sh ! This is the best kiss ever. "Torre I still love you and want you". I thought. His hands roam between my thign making me carve for more. . TBC. 50 comments guys. Am having stomach ache guys.

“There you have it. Our revenge, Dante. Which means you don't get to claim any part of her for yourself.” A vein twitched in his temple. The fury barely contained as if he wanted to come at me, but he won't. Because he won’t show what he really wanted. But I have been his best friend since childhood and I could see how he hated that I even said that. Hated that I reminded him he didn’t own her. The front door opened before either of us could say anything else. And, we turned to see Oliver walking in, whistling some tune under his breath. The sound cutting through the tension surrounding us but not dissipating it.

I walked into the living room, Oliver was sitting on the sofa and fiddling with the TV remote as I sat beside her. “Oliver,” I called him and he looked at me. “I…” I was hesitating as he stopped me. “Ella, If you’re here to tell me that I am not allowed to touch you or to taste you then you’re dreaming. Because you are mine and will always be mine. You have agreed to be my sex slave and I am not giving you the permission to back out.” My mouth opened wide at his domination. “No, Oliver. I am not yours…” Before I could complete my sentence, I was pinned down on the sofa by him as he angrily held my hands with his one hand, and with the other hand, he skillfully removed my trouser.