Oliver Wood Novels & Stories

replied Holly. "Ahh... the famous Ivy May drones, I presume. This gets interesting." said Oliver, turning his attention back to Don Krauser and his crew. "So, back to my question, Don Krauser, do you still want to call my distant relative Don Charles?" asked Oliver. "Wait, what? Distant relative?" asked Don Krauser in shock. "It's a good thing we are here in the forest, away from prying eyes and ears." said Oliver. "That's right, Don Krauser. My real name is Oliver Smith. Don Charles Smith is my distant relative."

And at the top of that list—the one I’d replace only over my dead body—stood Oliver. If my life was a machine, Oliver was the cog I’d built myself: loyal, tireless, almost preternaturally perceptive. He handled the dirty jobs with a surgeon’s restraint, a sniper’s patience. But even he knew, without being told, not to mention the woman whose presence haunted every synapse of mine today. Ava.

He felt a wave of relief wash over him. Thankfully, he had bought a talisman from Lindsay through Joey just in case. He had only bought it for some peace of mind, never imagining it would actually be so effective. Olivia hadn't expected Oliver to recover his wits so quickly. She had burned specially made sandalwood incense in the room and used a charm her brother had given her in the past, meant to confuse the mind. It was supposed to make anyone who touched her lose their rationality for a short period. Though the effect didn’t last long, it should have been enough for Oliver to agree.

But the rumor had been completely disproven, and Blackwood was ruthless enough to not let a speck of doubt. He was not the father, and he was never involved with any woman for that matter. As much as he frequented parties, he made it clear that it was just him being a social person who enjoyed festivities. Of course, Adrian had this thought of Oliver manipulating the press. Paying them to paint him as this clean figure. Some people thought the same, and were planning to use it to strike down Oliver—friendly as he was, he wouldn’t be able to avoid making enemies due to the fact that he was Blackwood Corps’ head alone.

I screamed at the top of my lungs. Oliver grabbed my wrist, yanking me against his hard chest. "What did you just call me?" he seethed, his voice dropping an octave into a dark, dangerous whisper. My heart dropped and my stomach clenched tight. "Can't handle a nickname?" I challenged, puffing my chest and curves out like it would somehow make me taller, braver. Oliver was a towering wall of muscle in front of me, standing at a commanding six feet two inches. "We could help you with all of this," Oliver began, his fingers sliding lower, gripping my wrist tighter, refusing to let go. "It will all look brand new in less than a day. You forget that I've thrown parties here all the time and I nev

Oliver was very careful, it looked like he was giving away something brand new. I was extremely excited, and it wasn't even five in the morning yet. I turned it on and created my login, transferred my photos from my phone to it, then personalized everything, and only then started searching for online colleges. I was happy, because Oliver, even though he was rough, sometimes could be incredibly kind.

Olivia just nodded swallowing. I couldn't blame her for being so cautious around her brother. Last year, Jacob had given her a skateboard, ending Olivia with a broken arm. In another occasion, he had rented her a trampoline and jumping with her, made her fall on her face, having to take her to the emergency to have seven stitches taken in her jaw. Since then, their dad had forbidden him to give her things and had forbidden Livie to accept them. "Don't be scared, you'll like this, I promise you.” And without further ado he took out a bottle.

He looked around for a while and started to type on his computer and also a few things that I didn't quite understand. Oliver is a certified hacker and he knows his way around these things, yes and he is also working as my driver but that's twice a week the rest of the week he is a hacker, a very good one at that. “It was activated just two weeks ago and I have some videos and pictures, would you do the honours sir?” Oliver turned the laptop to me. I stared at him thinking of what he just said, was I even ready???. “I heard that barbecue is outside sir , Miss Desiree told me about it!”

Plus, there had also been private interviews with Oliver published on the Internet. Oliver Holmes was a Grade-2 professor, as well as the chief physician, a doctor, and a pediatrician. He taught other budding doctors as well and had made outstanding contributions to the Ministry of Health, allowing him to enjoy all kinds of special treatment from the country. Most importantly, Oliver was a member of Chinea’s Natural Science Foundation.

Carrying a pile of bags back to the dorm, she spotted Oliver pasting a festive decoration on her door. "Oliver, it's the holiday. Why are you out here?" "It's too noisy at home—driving me crazy. It's quieter here." Oliver wore a black wool sweater, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing a section of strong, muscular arm. He raised both hands and smoothed the decoration flat. At well over six feet tall, he didn't even need a stool to reach the top of the doorframe. Adriana didn't know much about Oliver's family situation. Since it was personal, she didn't pry.