Smallville Oliver Novels & Stories

Cas chuckled, “fuck, this is me treating you with respect. Otherwise, you’d be flat on your back with a broken nose and a few teeth missing. You kissed my woman, and you just tried to do it again. I am trying my fucking best not to teach you a lesson, and the only reason is those two girls. So stop being a little bitch and answer my questions.” Oliver looked embarrassed as he took a big sip of his wine. “I want to be in my daughters’ lives.” “But?” Cas asked. “I need money. I need help to fix this whole being dead thing. And I still have some affairs to attend to back home.” “Home.” I said, “This isn’t home anymore?” Oliver looked down, “I left in a hurry, and I didn’t explain everything to

His face also momentarily turned much paler. Richard probed cautiously, "Mr. Soloman, did it fail again?" Soloman's insides felt like they were on fire, but he maintained a facade of calm. "There wasn't enough blood, so it failed again," he replied. He then turned to Oliver. "To dissolve the pain, I'll need your blood as well." Everyone turned to look at Oliver. For some reason, Oliver was reluctant to give his blood. Raymond spoke up, "Oliver, what are you hesitating for? Do it quickly so you don't suffer anymore!"

Oliver said happily. They all started talking like schoolboys as they listened to Oliver and laughed. It was odd to see the four of them acting like this. Oliver wasn’t wrong with what he told them, though. We shared many women and left each of them with a smile on their lips before they passed out from exhaustion. “Though there was this one girl that I didn't leave happy,” Oliver said with disappointment in his voice. “Why not?” Hiebert asked. “She had Maverick first and this wasn’t one of our normal shares. He wasn’t at home when I fucked her,” Oliver said.

Micah laughed. “Soma do you remember Micah?” he asked. “At the coffee shop, we have a brief encounter,” I questioned. “Kind of, but I am his younger brother Micah, it’s nice to meet you.” he bowed. “Rogue attacks again.” “Again?” Oliver sighed. “So I guess that stops us from having that walk.” Oliver was sad. But I knew he had business to attend to, I understood. “Don't worry.” I sighed. “There are plenty of other nights I’m sure.” I smiled. “Well, I’m going to take a bubble bath,” I said pulling away from Oliver.

What about Olivia? ***

The guys don’t even know whether he was still living or not. Due to the fact that Oliver have a small chat with the people that we have been looking up. He was an agent in the underworld. Even though he can't stay like it forever, he truly believes in that person. He never failed any work that Oliver have offered. He have also been good. Whatever he do, he never been late in providing the informations which is the reason why he is a loss for Oliver.

I think the owl had been a test. Oliver, that’s the guy’s name, wanted to see if I would actually do it. I did, I killed him with my bare hands, then I took a picture of his dead body, before racing off and vomiting on a mountain. The force of my dry heaves started an avalanche which thankfully covered what little I had vomited up.

She snapped. Oliver placed both hands at either side of him, pulling himself upwards. He felt the muscles of his back protest, but he ignored it. He looked at his mom pointedly. "I wouldn't choke myself just for the fun of it. I'm not crazy, no matter how gifted I am. I'm telling you that Scarlett is in danger and we must save her," He choked out. Shoving his dad out of the way, Skyler walked out of them. Oliver couldn't under why she was this stubborn. Yes, it was true that they were strange, and obviously not the type of children she had imagined, but it was getting too much now.

said Aldo, taking in the cigarettes that Oliver's men had just given him. "No problem, I still have some time to bring that girl here as well as Xander!" said Oliver "Okay, I'll help you with my men. They're not random people!" "Hmm!" mumbled Oliver looking down at his Wine, even when Aldo had cleared his way. Oliver was still in the same position and didn't move a thing. Oliver is venturing into a world of mind that he created himself. Until the moment he suddenly felt the hairs on his neck rise, Oliver immediately returned to his own thoughts and immediately gulped down the Wine.

"We just lost him! How could—" “There’s no need for you to worry about that, son," Oliver cut him off, his voice smooth and cold as he raised his hand to stop him from talking. "I had him killed. He’s gone. But before that? The information he gave us was far more valuable than you realize.”