Oliver Wood Novels & Stories

The guys don’t even know whether he was still living or not. Due to the fact that Oliver have a small chat with the people that we have been looking up. He was an agent in the underworld. Even though he can't stay like it forever, he truly believes in that person. He never failed any work that Oliver have offered. He have also been good. Whatever he do, he never been late in providing the informations which is the reason why he is a loss for Oliver.

“Oliver, meet Bella Martinez, our new design consultant.” Oliver stepped forward, a charming smile playing on his lips. He was dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit—a leather jacket over a fitted black shirt, jeans, and well-worn boots. His eyes held a spark of curiosity as he extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bella. I see the Langston company has a thing for hiring beautiful ladies.” He threw a playful glance at Adrian who just adjusted his sitting position. I shook his hand, feeling a surprising warmth in his grip. “Nice to meet you, Oliver. I didn’t realize Adrian had a brother.”

I'm wide awake. Olivera grunts, slamming the axe down, and tossing another stack of logs under the awning outside to keep the wood dry, even if he isn't. When he finishes, he grabs a handful of the wood logs and brings them inside, tossing a few of the large logs into he fireplace. My stomach turns, seeing him play with the matches until it strikes successfully and warmth fills the cabin.

Kir The night before Woodside, Oliver locks the bedroom door. He doesn't step away from it. "I want to top tonight," he says. My hands freeze on the third button of my shirt. I look at him in consternation. His back is flat against the wood. Arms loose. The bratty edge is completely gone. He just looks steady, his chin tipped up a fraction, daring me to say no. "Oliver. I have never done that. You know you are the only man I have been with. I do not know if I will like it."

“He will be looking after you inside.” “I told Cody we didn’t need a detail.” I say to Autumn who is appreciating every bit of the six foot, five inches of Oliver with his buzzed head, dark brooding eyes and muscular build. “Huh?” She manages to say when I nudge her. “Oh right, well I’m thinking Oliver should definitely stick around.” He still doesn’t smile his face is totally impassive. I suppose he takes his job extremely seriously.

“Oliver took that course last year. Almost turned him into a tree-hugging pacifist.” I snorted, sparing a glance at my messy notes before turning back to the equations we were supposed to solve. “I think I’ve gotten more than half of these trajectories wrong.” “You did,” a dazed voice from above me said. I looked up just as Oliver Kensington snatched my scroll. He quickly pressed it against a stone pillar and began frantically scratching out my work with a piece of charcoal. “I’ll fix the path for you.” My jaw went slack as I watched him scribble down new—likely perfect—answers before handing the scroll back to me.

Every internal alarm in my brain was screaming at full volume, but my fingers still ignored me and opened elaire's account. Oliver hadn't posted many videos. Over the last two years, there were barely thirty uploads total, scattered on and off. But every single one was top-tier. There were millions of likes per video, and the comments section looked like a public wishing well. Every glance, every perfectly timed movement, every flex and release of muscle, every prop he used… The man was custom-built for my taste. Oliver hadn't lost his talent for seducing people. The videos were all short, but somehow, the more I replayed them, the more addictive they became.

Oliver sat hunched over his desk, his brow furrowed as he reviewed a document. The quiet hum of the office was abruptly shattered by the click of the door opening. "Right on time, Ms. Collins," he began, “I need a few documents from last year's report" Oliver looked up, expecting to see Emily. Instead, he was met with the stoic face of his grandmother's secretary—Mr. Owen. "Mr. Owen? What are you doing here"

“He’s been trying for two days now, hasn’t he? Calling over and over? Who knows, maybe the boy’s got something worth listening to. He can’t be that persistent for nothing.” That actually made me laugh gruffly. I tossed back the rest of my whiskey and set the glass down with a dull thud. “Conrad? Useful? That rat is nothing but a waste of breath.” Oliver frowned slightly, daring to interject. “He’s still a director at the Remington company.”

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