Ollie Bearman Gf Novels & Stories

Her fingers were warm, almost hot against his cooler skin, and he could smell the faint scent of her hand lotion—something vanilla and sweet that now seemed sickeningly artificial. "No, thanks," Liam said, removing his had from where it laid close to her on the sofa. The leather mamonha soft whooshing sound as he pulled his arm away, relief flooding through him as he broke free from her manipulative touch. The spot where her fingers had been felt contaminated now, like a stain he wanted to scrub away. "but, maybe he'll be more into you," he added, moving the teddy bear he had his hand on to Olivia's lap wit a small smile on his face. The stuffed animal landed with a soft thump against her le

"I guess you're forgiven then." Jeremy stood with his hands in the pockets of his trousers,not even bothered to muster a smile in return. "Vanessa,This is Ollie,He's a good friend of mine.He's going to join us for dinner tonight." "It's lovely to finally meet you."Ollie extended his hand out and shook mine."You're just as beautiful as the pictures,my friend here is a very lucky man."

“Yeah. You can come down to the beach, get some sun, and keep me company.” “I’m sure you have plenty of girls to keep you company.” “Maybe, but none that matter,” Ollie replied seriously. Gaia blushed once more. “You sure you won’t tire of me?” “Never. G, if you’d let me, I’d like to spend a lot more time with you. I like you. You’re not like these other girls. I never see you throwing yourself at guys. You have goals and aspirations. When I was a freshman, those other girls would catch my attention, but now, you’re the only one on my radar.”

I growled, flashing her a fang, my eyes practically throwing daggers her way. “Aunt Aurelia,” Keyleth clasped her hands in front of her, walking slowly towards us. She squinted her eyes at me, when she noticed my expression. And then, ignored me, facing Aunt Aurelia completely. “I’m trying to get Oliver here to talk to his betrothed.” My aunt's eyebrows pulled together, then leveled. She tilted her neck to look at me, barely the same eye level. “That's not such a bad thing,” her hand darted out to smooth pieces of hair from my face. “Is it?”

“I've been here all day and I haven't seen anyone get close. You might have quite an arm on you.” “It's all in the wrist,” Ollie said, with a wink. He then turned to Elsie, handing her the bear. “Awww,” Elsie said, cuddling into it with a happy grin. “It's as big as you are.” Oliver laughed, as he watched her wrap her arms around it. “I know, I love it,” she said, giving it a squeeze. “Nobody has ever won me anything before. Thank you.” He loved the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled at him like that. It made him feel like the center of the world. It was better than lifting a trophy over his head, or at least pretty darn close. He felt like the MVP with her.

’ Ollie thought as he looked up at Lincoln. He couldn't help but drool over the large, muscular man. His fingers twitched, wanting to reach up and touch his muscles. He wasn't the least bit embarrassed when he realized his hands did move and were resting on his chest while he stared googly-eyed at him. “There's my little Ollie! Still cute as a button,” Lincoln said, making the Omega's heart flutter. Ollie almost fainted when the massive bear planted a kiss on his forehead. Lincoln chuckled and grabbed Ollie when he wobbled.

' "Ah, right. Can I just call you Uncle bear since I don't know your name?" "Oliver. I am not a bear so not that" "Wait what? Oliver? Wow... they both sounds the same! Then I will call you Uncle Olibear"

What about Olivia? ***

Oliver "Ollie" Pearson, the 26-year-old billionaire playboy, had always been used to getting whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. His arrogance and cocky attitude were as legendary as his massive cock, which had left a trail of broken hearts and satisfied women in its wake. But recently, Ollie had settled down with an 18-year-old beauty named Kendall, who had fallen head over heels for his charms and that enormous dick of his.

Its massive jaws tore into my abdomen, ripping out a chunk of flesh, and my intestines spilled out grotesquely. With blood dripping from its jaws, the bear attacked again, sinking its teeth into my arm and thigh. The searing pain forced a scream from my throat, a sound so raw it barely felt human. Yet Damon and Bonnie remained hidden behind a tree, watching my torment with glee. When the bear finally left, Damon and his lover sauntered over to me. His face twisted in disgust at the sight of my mutilated body, blood still pouring from the gaping wounds, bones visible beneath the shredded flesh. He spat on me and then, with a casual flick of his foot, kicked my intestines aside.