Possessive Series Ream Oliveros Novels & Stories

I added. "Understood," Oscar, the driver, replied as the car started moving. ---- AT SYLVESTRE MANSION **Demetri's POV** The smell of old whiskey and cigar smoke filled the air as I walked into the private bar of the Sylvestre estate. The dim lights created long shadows on the shiny marble floor, but I quickly noticed the lone person sitting at the counter. Marcus. This is the first time I've seen him smoke a cigarette.

I slowly turned to Luis who had a satisfied grin on his face. “I wish you all the best, enjoy.” “Can I have your dogs?” I stared at him with bloodshot eyes. “Easy, easy, I'm just joking.” He said with a smile. “You better be. Losing my title to you doesn't mean I'll lose my profits to you. You need to get your own. Only the Sango owned properties would be transferred to you, not my hard earned properties.” “Okay, okay, jeez relax man. It just a shame that your wife got away, she was such a beautiful beautiful girl, almost like a magnolia in May.

Keyleth stayed a seat after father’s, occupying the farthest chair, and leaving the one closest to me. Fucking great. “Oliver,” Father's voice carried a tone of authority. Deep and commanding. His arms extended to the wolven beside him, “ Meet Reuel Jalara. The Alpha of the Skylarron pack.” My gaze flew to the red haired wolven seated beside him. He too, carried an atmosphere of authority. His ember eyes locked on mine and I noticed his jaw tighten as he looked me over. A slight nod of his head in my direction, that he acknowledged my strength and my physical features, was the only thing he gave away. “You are a fine young man, Oliver.” Alpha Reuel stretched his hands, offering a hand shake.

Yes sir if you need me just yell. Feeling frustrated I sit down and drink some scotch thinking how I'm going to get Star without anyone seeing. Star all I know is you will be mine no matter how long it takes you will be my queen and give me my heir, and we will rule the underworld together controlling every supernatural being and human around here once in for all. Julius POV

"You're not going to get what you want." "You're not going home," he says flatly. "You're all the same. You, my father, fucking Dimitri DiFronzo... you think you can just give somebody something and let them have it and use it and believe it's theirs forever. Then you rip it out of their hands again, just because you feel like it. Well, that's not happening." Oliver goes back to his tool bag and pulls out a coiled rope. I don't think that's a tool bag, not really. Because why the fuck does he have rope in it?

Reyes. The understudies took a gander at one another and gradually stood up. "You who are standing! Just let it out, as long as it is early!" said Mr. Reyes. The understudies took a gander at one another once more and they just stayed silent "Along these lines, you won't talk?!" Mr. Reyes irate inquiry. He took a full breath and went to an understudy toward the front and acquired a ballpen and paper. Then the paper is put on the table.

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m fairly good at coaxing people. I could tame even the most ruthless easily.” Oliver’s stern look falters and his smile threatens to come to the surface once again. He struggles to keep it contained as he mumbles, “ya got that right.” His words get a glare from Carden. What the hell is up with those two? I ignore them and turn back to Rossi, who waits patiently. She strides down the aisle leading me further into the shop.

“I love Lara, and I still want her back. Nothing you or anyone else says will change my mind.” They stood face to face. Jayden sneered. “I’m not going to let you get her. So stop dreaming about getting my—” “She was my girl before you took her from me,” Oliver cut in icily. “I’m here to reclaim her. She’s mine.” Jayden’s eyes went bloodshot as he tightened his fists. “She’s mine now, and there’s no way I’m letting you have her again. You lost her, and she’s going to remain your loss forever. Got that?”

Ace was the culprit Oliver had pushed away, and he quickly covered his naked groin with his hands. "What, man? Is that not what she is here for? Those holes are not going to fill themselves up," Ace argued loudly. He looked pissed off, and Oliver looked angry as hell. "She is still my stepsister." "And what are you saying, man?" Ace challenged. "I am saying she is mine," Oliver barked, letting his fierce possessiveness burn through his dark eyes and rigid body. A chill crept up my spine. There was a dizzying lightness in my stomach, like a swarm of wild butterflies.

I don’t care. My fist bunches his shirt tighter until our faces are inches apart. “Don’t ever talk about her again.” My eyes lock onto his. Cold, hard and deadly. Fear flickers visibly across Oliver’s face. “She belongs to me.” The words come out sharp as blades. “No one talks about her but me.” I lean closer. “Do you understand?” Oliver nods immediately. Eyes wide. Breathing shallow. Then I shove him back. Hard. He falls against his seat.