Oliver Wood Novels & Stories

His appearance and temperament were outstanding, making it hard to ignore him. Oliver had one hand casually in his pocket. He was taller than Adrian and exuded an even stronger aura. Every step he took forward made Adrian appear more inferior. "You, come here." looking at Natalie as he spoke, as if he could control the entire situation. Everyone watched in silence, thinking this important figure didn't seem like someone to be messed with. Was Natalie done for? "Mr. Windsor?" Natalie walked over, confused. Oliver opened the sheep's horn hammer that was next to his hand on the repair stand and handed it to Natalie. "Hold onto this."

Unless she could assassinate Derrick before then. "Yes, Mom. I have. Hurry up with your bath, as I would like to go to the mall today and not stay bored at home," Oliver said. Miranda observed his expressionless face as he got down from his chair, walked to the living room couch, and sat on one of the seven black couches.

“Big Boss! Mr. Eric! You’re here!” Oliver exclaimed, bounding toward them with unrestrained glee. His high-pitched voice carried an unsettling enthusiasm, a jarring contrast to the gruesome scene. “Look, Big Boss, do you like it?” he gestured to the mangled man with the pride of an artist unveiling their masterpiece. His manic grin stretched wide, eyes gleaming with a deranged joy. “This one was fun to play with.” Oliver wasn't someone people could trifle with. He was insane and wouldn't hesitate at the idea of skinning a man alive or brutally mutilating them. As long as it made Damien happy, he would do it.

Oliver assumed it was because of the staff, so they’d decided to approach safer topics. They were having their dessert and Callum took the small spoon. He dipped it carefully in the chocolate cream. "Are you sure you don’t want to try it? " Oliver shook his head and took a sip from his whisky. "I don't really like sweets." The lord licked the spoon and made a low sound of what sounded like unguarded contentment. "But it's really good." He took another spoonful and licked it again. His gaze traveled Oliver's chest deliberately slowly, then he moved his eyes up to Oliver's mouth.

It brought an electric buzz through his pencil. Oliver wasn't a kid, he was eighteen, but still he found pleasure in behaving this way. This was the only childish thing about him, nothing more. His hands moved expertly through the desk, until he was jerked by Taylor, his best friend. In a split second, he saw Taylor licking Eleanor, his girlfriend's pussy like, it was his ice-cream. Oliver eyes dilated as his fingers stopped its movements on the table. Like a bad video tape, the video seemed to expand, and he noted Eleanor's brother filming the two as he stood by the door, away from sight.