Oliver Wood Novels & Stories

He leaned in close to Warren, tugging on his sleeve, eager for every ounce of his attention. "And then, Big Man, Olli built tallest tower! Taller than me!" Oliver’s hands shot up to demonstrate. Warren laughed, ruffling his hair gently. "Taller than you? That’s practically skyscraper level! Did it fall over?" Oliver nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! But Olli made it again." "You’re a determined little guy," Warren said warmly. "I’m proud of you." My chest ached at the tenderness in his voice. At the way Oliver glowed under his praise.

Shawn invited Oliver to drink because he was really having problems with Harah. "What's going on with you?" Oliver frowned when he asked Shawn. Oliver holds the wine in his right hand while sitting cross-legged. His left hand was down as he watched Shawn. Just now, Oliver saw Shawn get frustrated and you thought the sky and the earth had crashed. Back then, any problem with Shawn was just basic because he was a genius. Now he seems like a normal person, struggling and confused.

said Aldo, taking in the cigarettes that Oliver's men had just given him. "No problem, I still have some time to bring that girl here as well as Xander!" said Oliver "Okay, I'll help you with my men. They're not random people!" "Hmm!" mumbled Oliver looking down at his Wine, even when Aldo had cleared his way. Oliver was still in the same position and didn't move a thing. Oliver is venturing into a world of mind that he created himself. Until the moment he suddenly felt the hairs on his neck rise, Oliver immediately returned to his own thoughts and immediately gulped down the Wine.

With a groan, I settled back down, curling up on the bed or table or whatever this thing was that I was lying on. "I'm still thirsty," I said, gesturing for the cup of water he'd put down for me earlier. He nodded and handed it to me, staying close as I took another few sips. God... It was hard not to down it all in one go. "My name is Oliver, by the way. But most people call me Olli," he announced with a proud smile. I nodded, unimpressed. "That's great. And what are you? An exploited child actor? Some important person on the crew's kid?"

Oliver's face was burning after the documents landed on him, but he did not even dare to frown at all. "What's the point for me to have you?" Anthony was considered to be bursting with anger. Oliver shuddered a little but he was still standing straight. In all the years he had been working for Mr. Marwood, he had never lashed out at him so furiously. "I'm sorry, Mr. Marwood. I've failed to do my job," said Oliver. He had gone to the bar with Mr. Marwood, but he left him, who was drunk, alone in the private room. If Oliver had stayed, then that sort of thing would not have happened.

Clouds hung above the woods like fog and it looked pretty beautiful yet scary. "He made a cottage there in the woods. The elders of the pack, like my parents and the Beta of the pack, tried to talk him out of it. That there were better places for him to stay at. But he never listened to anyone." Oliver heaved a sigh as we both watched the dark lining of the woods. "He's been staying there since then?" I saw Oliver nod in my peripheral vision, "Yeah. It's been three years. And he also works a few jobs around the pack. Then he's also on the hockey team. He's the captain."

Amateurs. “How can you be sure? Mrs Blackwood isn’t 100% sure it was Mr Bertrand.” He quizzes “Because.” I hold up the couple of butts I collected, “It’s his brand of cigarettes.” I shrug, I should know. I bought them often enough, and smelt them on his breath. I shudder at the thought. Luke stands next to me and puts his arm around my waist pulling me close. “More than one person smokes that brand Miss Blackwood.” he looks sceptical.

He’s still seeing daylight even after killing who knows how many lives, innocent or not. “I didn't come here to have a drink and chat with you Oliver, and you know that,” she said with her voice low. Olivier smirked. He likes the fact that he’s able to instill fear in people’s minds. That he can become people’s nightmare. But only one person isn’t afraid of him. Logan Watson. It’s the other way around. With one swift punch, Logan can knock out even a hefty man. Oliver has to admit, Karolia is one lucky girl that she met Logan out of thousands of people living in New York.

This came as a bit of a surprise to me at the time, but it turned out to be perfect timing. "Wow, I can't believe how much you've grown... I'm very proud of you! You now arrive on time for appointments, and you never run behind schedule when attending group events." Oliver smiled as he said those things, but I could tell that he was trying to provoke me to comment. He was doing this by taunting me. I wasn't prepared for his chat because the circumstances that led to us being in the woods were more significant to me than attempting to have a conversation with him at that particular juncture.

It would be sad to see it go to someone else, but I had to believe the person that bought the farm would keep it going. Oliver had said he wanted the farm functional. He hadn’t specified he wanted it to be in his grandson’s hands when it functioned. Hell, he hadn’t mentioned his grandson at all, which seemed odd. My overactive imagination had wondered if the guy was really his grandson at all. Last night, I had done a little digging and found out that he was, in fact, Oliver’s grandson. There were old newspaper articles with Damion Whittle’s bright, perfectly straight smile proving he was who he said he was.