Saltburn Oliver Novelas e Histórias

It was from him that Salvatore gleaned the art of restraint—how to listen intently while speaking minimally, how to hide the blazes of emotion beneath a placid surface. In stark contrast was his mother, Olivia. She was the embodiment of warmth, yet her sadness was intricately woven into her very being. Her love for Salvatore was fierce, unwavering, yet there were times when her gaze on him seemed haunted—reflecting shadows of unresolved burdens that weighed upon her heart. Those moments left Salvatore with a lingering sense of unease, a sense that there were unspoken stories lurking within their lives.

“You did that on purpose “I said pointing an accusing finger at Oliver. He intertwined his fingers with mine as he smiled evilly “Yeah….so what? I said I’ll drive her out of your house and I did it the best way that I knew.” “How?” I was curious. “An accidental salt over dose. “He replied calmly “It’s time for you to pay up.” He added, his face now serious. “And what way do you want your reward?” I teased shamelessly. “May be, bent over the dining table! “he whispered in my ears unapologetically.

And for someone to arrange such plans without Louis and Timothy noticing—who could it be? It wasn't just Salvador being overly suspicious. There were simply too many unanswered questions. How could he not know that Oliver's abilities were limited? But the entire Earl of Silverstone's family—men, women, young, and old—numbered in the hundreds. Oliver would never betray his kingdom. Salvador didn't need Oliver to be a great warrior. He just needed him to rally the troops with a few loud shouts and boost morale. So, even if Oliver stayed seated in the marshal's residence, it wouldn't negatively impact the battle.

Oliver said with a mischievous smile. Ronald snorted, "Why aren't you going back yet?" " I'll leave immediately." Oliver said as he raised his leg to leave. Ronald followed him out of the apartment. "CEO, you're not staying here tonight?" Seeing that, Oliver asked curiously. "Elizabeth's brother, what's his name?" Ronald directly ignored his question and suddenly asked. "Elliot Hubbard, that foolish brat has a bad temper." Oliver's memories of Elliot were especially clear. After all, this was the first time someone had turned him speechless.

Groaning, I let Oliver pull me back inside. Setting my pack and lighters on the table, I continued to let him drag me down the stairs. He took me out the back door that I didn’t even know existed. Oliver started to throw off his clothes onto the porch like a child. He really was nice looking. For a Gamma, he was built more like a Beta. Larger shoulders and lots of muscle, plus the slightly longer brown hair gave him a bit more a surfer dude vibe. There was nothing lanky about him. His shift sounded terrible though. I winced as the cracking sounded like he was breaking more bones than necessary.

Sofiah walked into the dining room. "How was your night, Sofiah?" Mum and Aunt Ashley asked at the same time. Sofiah smiled as she replied "My night was well. Hope y'all slept well" she looked around "Yeah, we all did" Mom replied. Uncle Luca had been weirdly silent all the while, until he spoke up. "Sofiah" She looked at him and gave a curt nod. What's up with them? "Where's my baby boy? Where's Oliver?" Aunt asked. "Here I am, Ma'am" Oliver gracefully descended down the stairs as he walked up to where his mom sat, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

I mean, who could be so cruel? “I swear if I find the one, I’ll crush his soul,” Sara said. Nabi joined as well, “I think, it’s better for us to not get involved in anything like it.” After much silence, Steve said, “This might trouble Gloria but I feel like it’s work done by the men of Salvatore.” Everyone nodded at his comment. “Who is Salvatore?” I asked. “Zohan Salvatore, the king of Carnival,” Steve said and that’s when it clicked with me.

A bitter chuckle leaves Crane. "What did he do this time, apart from screwing me in the back?" The man says bitterly. I frown. Confused. Am I missing something? "Well, he never delivered that girl, Salt." Dad says quietly. His voice hard. "Not because she was lost. But because he had her all along." The sound of glass shattering against the marble jerks my attention to Crane Olympus. His glass lies on the floor. The brandy spreads everywhere. His eyes widen with horror. Shock. Then rage.

"Olive. You can't..." "I can't what?. I can't go after him?" "It's going to be risky" I scoffed. "It's going to be risky? Huh?. Are you afraid I might get hurt and it will affect you?" "I..." "Spare me those words of yours. You've always thought about yourself" "Olive..." "Don't call me. Salvador is on the loose and I am going after him. Don't try to stop me". I took a few steps and turned. "If you love me and care so much about me as you claim. You will come with me"

I turned around to see a young man, shirtless with a little too many muscles standing behind us. “Holden!”, Oliver exclaimed and the two of them did a boy hug. “You were gone for a long time Ol!”, Holden said. “Had to save my sister’s ass.”, Oliver smirked, and I glared at him. “You must be the famous Hayley Robinson.”, Holden finally looked at me. “Famous?”, I asked a little confused. “Ol here never stops talking about you. Everyone here knows your favourite colour is black, you sleep with lights on, you need hot water to bathe even in summers and how you snore.”, he said with a smile.