Oliver Wood Novels & Stories

But the desire to confront Oliver—to demand answers—was almost overwhelming. The next few days were filled with tension. Ethan’s team worked quietly but meticulously, uncovering more layers to Oliver’s deception. They found small yet undeniable traces of Oliver’s involvement in not just the financial discrepancies, but in deals and schemes that had long been thought to be buried in the past. He had played the long game, subtly weaving his influence into Blackwood Enterprises and beyond, all while keeping his true intentions hidden beneath a mask of loyalty.

“Hey man,” “Don’t ever-“ “Before you say anything,” Oliver interrupted Antonio. “I’ve got a good ol’ bottle of Glenfiddich I’ve been meaning to open,” Antonio was silent, debating whether he should accept the offer. Glenfiddich did sound nice. Oliver was one of the very few who understood his taste in liquor. “You know how much of a good listener I turn into when I’ve got some good single malt Scotch whiskey being poured into my glass,” Oliver said playfully.

He didn't follow his brother as he knew Damon needed space, and instead ran along the bank, towards something that had caught his attention while they had been sitting and talking. While he had been throwing rocks into the bank, Oliver had thought he had seen something pop out of the woods, but had ignored it when he didn't see it again. Now though, he had a lot of free time in his hands, and his wolf was certainly hungry for a little bit of exercise. He hadn't run for log when a grey wolf burst out of the woods, hitting him smack in his sides and sending him rolling on the ground, and sending grains of sand into his mouth.

everyone said "Here," Dad said as he gave Oliver a glass of whiskey "Who are you? And why do Nick and I look like you," Oliver asked Dad "Oliver this is your father, Andrei," Daddy said "What?" He asked and looked at both Daddy and Dad "You're my, Nick, and Olive's father?" over asked "Yes," Dad said Oliver nodded his head and looked at me "You look fat," He said "Ouch asshole," I said after gasping "She's pregnant, ass," Alex said

Lora was a great girl so, it didn't surprise me that this many people wanted to celebrate her special day with her. Now night had fallen and most of the guests had left. The maids were cleaning up the place and three of Lora's friends were sleeping over. Right now, I was seated with Oliver on the couch as we talked about our school days. I spent the whole day with him and got to take a closer look at his goofy side. Judging from his seductive whisper earlier, I wondered what other sides he had. Oliver Woodling was a calm and collected man but the fun side of him was seriously underrated. From his amazing hair, captivating dark eyes, sexy body that was chiseled

Ten Years Later: London Crime Scene "Mr. Raverton, for you," Olliver Raverton, at mere 27 was one of the most revered scientists in England. Tall, curly dark hair, pale, smooth skin, high cheek bones probably the envy of most Hollywood actors, Olliver had grown into a handsome and attractive young man. His love for chemicals and experiments had only grown further and he was now working with top pharmaceutical manufacturers to improve all sorts of medications.

Oliver had also just walked in without knocking and overheard Douglas' last words, taking the opportunity to tease me. Oliver Mackenzie is my lawyer, both in matters related to the company and personal issues. He was multifunctional, I used to joke, but he had an entire team to provide the necessary support for his work, as well as great prestige for representing such an important company like Reloading Inc.

I am Oliver White, cold, focused, untouchable. But now, for the first time in years… I wasn’t so sure anymore.

"You'll be an easy target." Liam smiled gently. "He isn't after me." "He's after what's in your hand." Emma's eyes filled with tears. "That's exactly why I can't let you do this." He gently touched her cheek. "If we stay here..." "...we all die." Oliver stepped forward. "You're not doing this alone." Liam looked at him. "You've already sacrificed enough." Oliver smiled sadly. "I've spent twenty-five years hiding." "It's time I started fighting." Before anyone could stop him, Oliver picked up a broken piece of metal from the ground and threw it toward the opposite side of the mountain.

Even with the straightforwardness, they accelerated the vehicle causing the chilly night wind to sweep over Olivia's body. Suddenly, the 20 year old woman's body bristled. He felt a premonition that made him nervous. Olivia hastened her footsteps even more, as if something was going to happen later. If he doesn't immediately return to the place he currently lives in. Olivia smiled. Forcibly, his feet took steps without orders. Moreover, the footsteps towards the middle of the road. Five meters from where he was, there was a large car laden with concrete that was going very fast.