Oliver Wood Novels & Stories

That is when she breaks the silence. “So what are you getting at the hardware store?” Olivia asks and Owen gives her a quick look before returning his eyes to the road. “Some wood and things for a little project that I am working on.” “Project? What kind of project are you working on?” She asks him. “I am making Christmas gifts for my family.” Owen tells her, saying the least that he could about it. He does not like to tell anyone about his woodworking or how he makes furniture for the store.. it always feels like bragging to him.

The smile on his face faints, “I know you don’t like hearing this but, that one is a real gold digger through and through. Good luck, bro.” “Is everyone a gold digger in your eyes now??” I roll my eyes at him, “First Lilith, now Ava Fuller? Would you say the same thing if Scarlett Knight talked to me, too?” “Whatever, bro,” Oliver humphs carelessly, “I once worked on a movie with her, not a huge role. I got her a goodbye present for all the members of the team when I left, and she threw it away on the day. Rumors have it that she’s Knight’s girl, but she keeps a thing with a lot of guys with a big last name, so.”

"Honorable Fiend Martyr, those are where the White Tiger Tribe warriors train, so those wooden stakes and stones must be one of the tools they train with." Oliver said as he stared into the Mountain Wood Formation, "But we can't really see what's going on in there as those wooden stakes and stones are obscuring our view. Please allow me to lead the vanguards and clean that mess up before we proceed in and have a look around." His eyes were filled with unwillingness. Oliver thought there must be something hidden inside those stakes and stones. There might even be demons in there. He would be able to contribute if he managed to find something.

Oliver is quiet, looking at me, and I can see he does not look happy, and he does look like me when I am angry. "Sir, you can not take us away from our mother. I know you have another woman, and I do not want a stepmother. You told my grandmother and aunt you love my mommy. If you love her, why are you keeping another woman?" Oliver asks. "Who says I have another woman?" I ask. "I have seen you in pictures on the internet with a woman called Bria. I looked her up, and she was already married and was a model. My mommy is more beautiful than her, and she looks old," Oliver says.

“And there’s more. Pictures of me. Of my mom. From years ago. You’ve been watching me. Before you ever moved in. Before you ever spoke to me.” His mouth opens slightly, but no sound comes out. My voice shakes, but I press on. “You knew me, Oliver. Before I ever knew you. You didn’t just show up in my life. You inserted yourself into it.” Still nothing. I step forward. “Who is he?” Oliver swallows. Then: “That man in the photo...” He takes a shaky breath. “That’s my father.” The world goes still. I blink. He lowers his gaze to the floor. “His name was Lawrence Maddox. He was a businessman. Wealthy. Polished. Charismatic. Everyone loved him.” A bitter smile touches his lips, then vanishes. “Ex

He’s tall but not as wide set as the other guys, but he is no less ripped and one of the fastest warriors I have ever seen. Oliver, our future Gamma, looks like your stereotypical biker. Medium length, dark brown, almost black hair that falls forward obscuring his face and piercing brown eyes that are almost as dark give off a ‘don’t mess with me’ vibe. He has tattoos on both forearms and one on his chest, just peeking out of the collar of his shirt. He is the most quiet of the group, lending to the mysteriousness. His expression is regularly bordering on resting b*tch face.

Chapter 72 Jessica Hemsworth “Wow! So, you've been designing since you were a kid?” Mr. Hall senior looked at me, his face brightened with a smile, impressed by my story. I nodded. “That's beautiful…” then he turned to Oliver. “You two have something in common.” Ollie rolled his eyes, reaching for the napkin to clean his mouth. “You are not about to brag about me again, are you?” He chuckled, turning to me. “You see, Oliver has been a smart kid since he was a toddler… he has always loved fashion.”

Sasha's eyes widened as she unwrapped the package to reveal a stunning painting of her. "Oh my God," Sasha breathed. There was a card attached. I watched as she read it. "What does it say?" Zella asked gently. "It's from Oliver." Sasha's voice was thick. "He says: 'Congratulations, Sasha. I'm so proud of you.” “Aww look at that, he remembered!” Zella gushed. Oliver had been in Paris for a while, and the distance had been good for him. He was an art collector and helped young artists get gigs. He had started therapy with a new doctor, and he was doing fine. I had weekly reports of him sent to me.

We didn't find any evidence that he's been in Burton Grove before he killed his daughter. "Damn it!" I turned to Oliver when he cursed. He's been like this for the past few two days. Always frustrated about the smallest of things. "Easy man, you're going to break your computer." I tried to lighten up his mood but all I got was a dagger eye. "Shut up, man." He then said angrily. I just shook my head and sighed. Oliver really doesn't do well with disappointment. Especially if it himself that his disappointed to. Oliver is a very positive person. He always jokes around and laughs but when it comes to himself, there's no room for error.

"A fridge that’s *not* smarter than I am. What next? A fridge that makes my coffee in the morning too?" I couldn’t help it. I laughed again, shaking my head. "If only." Oliver gave the fridge one last, dismissive glance before heading over to the dining table. The moment he saw it, he froze. "So," he began, running a hand over the reclaimed wood, "what’s this? Some kind of barn chic? You planning on serving dinner on this thing or starting your own DIY show?" I tried to keep a straight face. "It’s rustic, Dad. It’s supposed to be vintage."