Oliver Wood Novels & Stories

What had I done? Just then, the door swung open with the smooth, quiet confidence of someone who owned the place—and the person who walked in did. Oliver stood there in a charcoal turtleneck sweater, looking freshly shaved and maddeningly composed, as though he hadn’t been up all night tending to a drunk fiancée. He carried a steaming cup of something in his hand, and when he smiled at me, it was the kind of smile that made people trust him, made people fall at his feet.

I will miss him during the holidays. On his birthday. On the day he was supposed to be born. And probably on random Tuesdays when something reminds me that I should have a little boy running around my house. This pain is too much to carry. That's why looking down at the cold, dreary sidewalk from up here feels like the only option I have left. "Ahem! Would you please step away from the ledge?" Olivia's voice echoed through the darkness. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Some might say that he follows me around like a love-sick puppy, and I’ve had my suspicions about it for some time now. Oliver was as tall as me but had a slender build compared to me. He had super blonde hair to go with his deep blue eyes. He was charming with the ladies but not very honest with them. He had this slight hatred for women and thought of them only as playthings. He was good at using them for one night, I will admit that.

"Are serious right now? Seriously Olly? Wow... Like I don't know what to say. Like I'm suprised. You know, coming to think of it, what really happened to the baseball Matthew gave as a birthday present, on my sweet sixteen?" I asked looking deep into his eyes, daring him to tell a lie. " Well.. Erm.. I" he cleared his throat. "I stole it from your wardrobe when we came over for Aunt Debbie's birthday party. I was angry he gave you something you really loved" "Oh my God! Oliver, you'll be the death of me. You were 20 for crying out loud. How could you be so immature?" I playfully screamed, as he covered his face in shame.

By the time Jena was done talking Nuella’s mouth was wide open in shock “She did not think Oliver would do that” Jena felt like laughing when she saw the flabbergasted look on Nuella’s face “Now that he finally has feelings for you, you are going to be seeing a part of him you never knew existed. I feel that there is just a lot about Oliver Haywood that you will get to see, I think he will be the overprotective and jealous husband and base on his past experiences especially with what happened his dad he would not want to see any man close to you” Jena said ****************

She continued. Logan just kept looking at her, silently, she had all of his attention. Olive couldn't look at him, her eyes zoned out as if she was imagining scenarios in her head while talking "She used to be the most lively and loving woman, that was until Brown Anderson, my uncle connived against her and reaped her off her properties." Olive shut her eyes as she raised the glass of whiskey. She took a mouthful and the hotness washed down her throat, making her twist her face a little. She felt good after it washed down completely, she hummed in her head approvingly 'Not so bad'

Never would she have thought that four years later, he would once again ruin everything she had for another woman. Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable! “Oliver James?” John was completely lost. He looked at Olivia confused. “Liv, who’s Oliver?” Hearing that, Olivia snorted. “Stop acting, John. You’re not good at it.” Oliver was an assistant director of Freeman Group’s overseas company. As CEO of the Freeman Group, how could John not know who he was? Who would even believe that? “I told you, as long as Hera doesn’t harm Lyla or anyone around me, I wouldn’t go looking for trouble with her. Was it really necessary to harm Fred for her like this?”

Oliver “Oliver Graham, get your keister moving! The boss will be in any minute!” I groaned as I rolled off of my bed in the back of the workshop. Sleep had glued my eyes shut during the night. I aggressively rubbed at my lids, just trying to be able to pry them open. My name is Oliver Graham. The year is 1934, and I turned twenty-two a few months ago. I didn’t think there was anything too special about me.

Who does he think he is? “I’ll let you go after you tell me what you need.” He says very calmly as if he wasn’t holding his boss’s daughter against her will. “I have nothing to tell you. This is between me and my dad, it’s none of your business.” I say angrily. “Everything related to you is my business, doll.” He says with a smile. “Stop calling me doll. My name is Olivia.” I mutter. “I know. But you remind me of a doll with your big beautiful blue eyes and porcelain skin.”

David Hardwood had been sentenced to three years in prison for sexual abuse and attempted murder. *** 10th October 2017, The sun kissed my face delicately, letting the cool October breeze pass by as I shut my eyes and let nature consume me. With the soft chirping of birds as they created their own melody, everything felt at ease, like everything was finally going to be okay. When I opened my eyes, I almost screamed bloody murder at the upside down face staring back at me, grinning like a creep. "Jesus Jos! What the hell!?" I yelled, clutching my heart as she grinned foolishly, dangling from one of the thick branches of the Oak tree like a monkey.