Saltburn Oliver Novels & Stories

He rarely shows up at this time of day, which only makes Saulo more curious and uneasy. “Good afternoon,” Oliver greets him as he approaches and takes a seat at the edge of the porch. “Good afternoon, my friend. Judging by that look on your face, either the crops caught fire or something even worse happened.” Oliver forces an awkward smile, resting his elbows on his knees. “Oh, Saulo... I wish it were just the crops.” His tone makes Saulo’s smile disappear. “What happened, Oliver?” he asks, already feeling a knot forming in his chest.

“Like the time you made me hold a knife to my best friend’s throat to prove loyalty.” “He was a traitor.” “He was twelve.” Salvatore rose slowly. A lion stretching. His drink remained untouched. “You’re sentimental,” he hissed. “Weak. She’s making you weak.” I stepped in front of Olivia like instinct, shielding her. And for a moment—just a moment—there was surprise in his eyes. Like he’d just realized something dangerous. "You care about her," he said. "No." "You do." He turned to her, eyes narrowing. “Is that baby even his?”

If I wasn’t already nervous for my mother's reaction, I’d have found that act very funny. “She doesn’t know?” Livie said accusingly. "No.” I replied swallowing. “What trip, Richard Marcus Sanders?” Mom asked again. Double shit, they had called me by my name twice in a space of forty minutes, this was a new record. “Well, you see, dear mother.'' I began persuasively “as you well know, Olivia’s birthday’s on Saturday and because I have to work I won't be able to be there, therefore, I proposed her to go to Santa Monica next week and spend the weekend there, and before you ask” I kept saying quickly when I saw her intention to interrupt “I spoke with his father and he said he was fine, but that

“Oh, please. What are you going to do about it?” Savannah moved even closer now, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “You want to know what I’ll do?” “Yes,” Olivia taunted. “Tell me, Savannah. What can you possibly do? You are nothing but a piece of trash whose little power was gotten from the wings granted her in SGH.” Savannah’s lips curled into a smirk, her voice calm, almost too calm. “I’ll tell the world,” she said, her words intentional, venomous, “that Bentley isn’t your biological son.”

- that was all I managed to say. - Well, it's okay, considering what happened later, I figured she was very lucky.- Oliver said mysteriously and a faint smile appeared on his face.- You live in her room, mine is next door.- he pointed out, getting serious again.- A year after my sister died, our house was raided by a group of vampires. My parents died, I was changed. The leader of the vampire clan that attacked us kept me by force in his clan for many years, making me to kill innocent people... I only escaped about 10 years ago, when another clan attacked ours. Then I collected money to be able to buy back my family's house, which ended up in the hands of the city, because no one from our fa

he asked. "Oliver, this is my brother, Julian Baxter." introduced Corey. "Mr. Oliver, it's an honour to meet you. Thank you for saving us." said Julian, extending his hand. "Is it?" asked Oliver, skeptical about Julian's sincerity, or lack thereof. "You heard what Brandon said. I'm the exiled former son-in-law of the Connors. A loser. How are you honoured?" "Mr. Oliver, it's true I read about your exile and I once shared the same sentiment as the general public. However, after seeing what we just saw, you are anything but a loser." replied Julian firmly.

"He actually sent his own father to prison. He ruined his own life to give us an answer." Scarlett walked over to the front door. She unlocked the heavy deadbolt. She pulled the door wide open. She looked at Oliver. She gave a small, gentle smile. "He is not like the other rich bloodsuckers. He is different. Go get your man, Oliver." Oliver did not wait one single second. He ran out the door. He ran down the street and jumped into a yellow taxi. "The Ice Arena!" Oliver yelled.

“She’s my baby!” “She’s a weapon,” Hermione said with a smile. “A powerful one.” Elena looked down at her child. “She’s not a weapon! She’s a baby!” “You won’t lay another finger on her,” Salvatore warned. His eyes glowed, his wolf trying to break free. His hands were shaking now, but not from fear,rage. “Careful, son,” Olivia said calmly. “You’re already standing on thin ice. I brought her back unharmed. That should count for something.”

Sally covered up herself with a silk bathrobe and said to Maya, “But I have to say, Maya, I was shocked when you messaged Oli and me on F******k that you were Russia. Speaking of which, where is Oli?” “Right here, darlings.” A young man strutted his way downstairs with a smirk- it was Oli, the Russian billionaire owner of the bar. He brushed his hair back and continued, “Is he out?” Maya nodded, “I’m really thankful for you two.” “Don’t mention it, and we’ve been friends since the orphanage.” Sally smiled gently.

She descended the and met Mr Payne standing by the front door. Olivia had to admit, her father was right. This man was quite handsome. He was clad in a fitted navy blue suit and from the way it fitted his frame perfectly, she could tell he was built nicely underneath. His wavy brown hair was styled to perfection and his amber orbs shone under the sunlight. " Shall we?" He extended his hand for her. Olivia nodded and took his hand. She walked gracefully beside him as he led her towards his sleek and expensive looking car. This man was also very rich.