Oliver Wood Novels & Stories

It was one thing to fuck with him; this was something totally different, and I needed to bolt a lid down on it. So I finished my glass of wine and tried to put my need out of my mind. I dug around under our fireplace for kindling; there was only a small amount of wood so I went to grab some logs from Dad's pile in the garage. I carried a couple of arm-fulls back up to the living area, and after some struggling I managed to get a small fire going. Then I refilled my wineglass and thought very hard about the wind. Oliver came downstairs eventually in shorts and a long, tight running top. I handed him a glass of wine and tried to ignore the shape of his chest under his top as I took up my spot

“Thanks.” She continued to massage the other side of his knee. She was pushing hard on the tissue and Ollie didn't even flinch. “Do you have any family nearby?” she asked, lifting her gaze momentarily to look at him. “Anyone that's going to come visit you?” Oliver cocked his head for a moment, as if her question was something that he wasn't used to being asked. “I have a younger brother,” he said slowly. “He's in college right now, though. He's studying a lot and planning on going to medical school. He's the closest, but also the busiest. So I guess the answer to your question is 'no'. No visitors planned.”

Nate walked inside with oil on his hand and Oliver face light up in joy. “I thought you left” Oliver said shyly. “Why will I do that? Why will I leave without having a taste of your sweet and creamy pûssy?” He asked and move closer to the bed. He made olivet lye on her chest, before applying the oil on her back. He started massaging her back with his hand, he turned her over some minutes later, he applied the oil on her breat making sure the oil roll down to her pûssy. He kept messaging her bóobs exchanging hands with mouth. Oliver haven’t have this type of fun before, she found herself moaning out.

William studied his stepdaughter carefully and leaned back in his chair. Olivia was smart. She didn't need to think twice before understanding that her father had gotten himself in trouble. Her father had just sold one of them to his boss and had to try his hardest to impress him. This was their way out. She'd become his wife and her mother would be set free. She just had to choose her words wisely. It was also clear that her father was planning something and he desperately needed her to fulfill his twisted desires. Alyssa was his favorite child, but she was just as greedy as him.

Aiden immediately perks up. “Oliver? Is that you?” He responds. The door swings open to reveal Oliver standing outside the door with a big grin. I met Oliver briefly at the Cruz family party, so it’s nice to see him in a less formal setting. Still, he’s dressed smartly — as to be expected from the Capital’s elite. His dark brown hair is neatly styled, and the light dusting of freckles on his cheeks brings out the brightness of his blue eyes. He’s wearing a tailored sweater, slacks, and white leather shoes.

The warm breeze touched Oliver’s skin as soon as he got off the car. After recovering from a fever, he decided to take a break from work for a month. It was the first time he voluntarily asked for a break, which surprised everyone, including his friend, Frank. Oliver planned to visit Sherly’s grave with the latter. Usually, Oliver would resort to overworking whenever he had something in mind, but this time, he wanted to try a different approach, especially when he might be the father of Sherly’s baby.

His small face was tear-stained, his eyes downcast. "Tell them, sweetheart," Rachel prompted gently. "Tell them what your mother did." Oliver looked directly at the camera, his bottom lip quivering. "She doesn't feed me proper food. She never let me do rock climbing training like the other wolf pups. She yells at me all the time." He began to sob, burying his face in Rachel's shoulder. "I won't fight back anymore. Please, Mom, don't leave me alone." The video ended with Rachel stroking Oliver's hair, looking directly at the camera with righteous indignation. "Share this video. Help us stop Olivia Winters before she hurts her family even more."

Oliver frowned. His chest tightened again. He hesitated for a second. Then opened his email app. One new message. No sender name. Just an attachment. Oliver’s pulse picked up. He stared at it. Didn’t open it immediately. Another message came through. Go on. Oliver swallowed. His thumb hovered over the attachment. Then he tapped it. The image loaded slowly. And the moment it appeared— Oliver froze. It was a photo. Old. Grainy. Taken from a distance.

It was all just a matter of time now. Oliver came up beside me, his breath reeking of whiskey and coke. His eyes were droopy and I had a sinking feeling that he was on hard drugs. The man was as stereotypical as they came—a rich father who hated his guts. His need to supplement his lack of love in his life with drugs and alcohol. And when he wasn’t getting shit-faced drunk, he was balls deep in women of all walks of life. I was surprised that he hadn’t contracted something incurable yet. I grabbed his chin and forced him to look in my eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me? This isn’t the time to get wasted. I need you focused, Oliver.”

Oliver always said he wanted to be close by just in case. Oliver was a computer genius. He could hack into any system .. and do any and everything with high tech equipment. He kept his laptop on him at all times. But if something went wrong with our mainframe… he’d need to be here in this building. And that would be one of those emergency situations so .. he wanted to be here, to live here close by. Just in case …