Smallville Oliver Novels & Stories

Then, he crumpled to the ground. Sophia stood frozen, her mind unable to process what had just happened. She looked around wildly, trying to find the source of the shot, but the darkness around her seemed impenetrable. Panic surged through her as she dropped to her knees beside Oliver, her hands shaking as she tried to stop the bleeding. But it was too late. Oliver’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his eyes fluttering closed as he struggled to speak one last time. “Sophia…” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. “Be careful… they’re always… watching…”

The smile on his face faints, “I know you don’t like hearing this but, that one is a real gold digger through and through. Good luck, bro.” “Is everyone a gold digger in your eyes now??” I roll my eyes at him, “First Lilith, now Ava Fuller? Would you say the same thing if Scarlett Knight talked to me, too?” “Whatever, bro,” Oliver humphs carelessly, “I once worked on a movie with her, not a huge role. I got her a goodbye present for all the members of the team when I left, and she threw it away on the day. Rumors have it that she’s Knight’s girl, but she keeps a thing with a lot of guys with a big last name, so.”

“That’s even worse than death for someone like her. Marceline’s too damn willful. Put her under someone else’s control, and she’ll go insane before she ever adjusts.” Oliver gave a sharp exhale, almost a laugh but without any humor in it. His hands fumbled in his jacket until he produced a cigarette, which he lit with ease. He inhaled deeply, the glow illuminating the tight set of his jaw. When he finally spoke, the words came fast, almost tumbling over each other.

Before long, they found Sarah's body out in the sticks, looking like she had been poisoned. Her grim fate kind of squared things with my parents, at least. Oliver took the botched proposal pretty hard. Day by day, he looked more and more like a ghost, as if he really was sick. He barely ate, hardly slept, and came up with every excuse in the book to dodge taking his medicine. However, as we spent more time together, he started to carve out a special place in my heart. I walked into his room carrying some medicine and coughed a couple of times to see if Oliver was awake. Then, I mumbled to myself just loud enough for him to hear.

Oliver remarked, his heart racing with excitement. Claire smiled, she reached for his face and placed a soft kiss on Oliver’s forehead, asking, “How is it? Still hurting?” “Um… It's working but I think I need more healing kisses to get rid of all the pain,” Oliver replied with a serious expression. Claire’s stomach was going wild with butterflies. She was too close to Oliver and despite the smell of disinfectant in the ward, she could inhale his masculine, tempting scent. How could he still smell so good after a near-death experience?

Shawn invited Oliver to drink because he was really having problems with Harah. "What's going on with you?" Oliver frowned when he asked Shawn. Oliver holds the wine in his right hand while sitting cross-legged. His left hand was down as he watched Shawn. Just now, Oliver saw Shawn get frustrated and you thought the sky and the earth had crashed. Back then, any problem with Shawn was just basic because he was a genius. Now he seems like a normal person, struggling and confused.

My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties. “By the fates,” he adjusted the black rim glasses on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trailed from me to Keyleth and then behind my back. “Oliver, what brings you here b—” “We need your help, please.” His expression flattened out and he opened the door wider, giving us space to walk in. The wooden door closed shut behind us, rattling the floor boards. “Somehow, you always manage to find yourself in something” I let the body drop from my back down to the floor with a loud thud. I could give one fuck what happened to the wolven right now. My back w

Oliver shouted Oliver was standing at the stairs on the second floor, enraged after seeing those people downstairs. She had just dialed 911 when she noticed the man standing in front of the crowd. “Zayden Collins!” Oliver’s eyes widened in surprise, and she set her phone down. Oliver quickly relaxed. “I have always remembered the deal I made with you back then,’ she said, as slowly as she walked down the stairs, “but how come you seem to have forgotten it yourself?”

He just wanted to be angry and he hated how Seth wanted his mood to change suddenly. “You understand how I feel? Really? You tried to kill your self, Seth, what about us, what are w going to do? Did you think about how this will affect your family? Your pack at large? You selfish bastard!” Oliver said as tears rolled down his eyes. He stood up from the ground and walked out of the place immediately. He didn’t care how much it would hurt Seth, calling him selfish, after all, Seth hurt him first.

Meanwhile, Oliver sat at the back, engrossed in his phone and wearing headphones. "Your first time too, huh?" Sylvie asked me, and I nodded, smiling. "Yeah, it seems like this won't be a one-time thing, considering Dad's relatives are from here." "Omg! For real?! I want to join you anytime, but I have work, so I can only travel occasionally." She took something from her bag and tossed it to Oliver, who looked annoyed. 'What are you doing?! Why did you throw that?' he exclaimed, grabbing his inhaler.