Smallville Oliver Novels & Stories

Oliver wipes his mouth with a paper napkin, leans back against the pillows, and flashes me an irreverent, worrisome grin. "You seem to be in a very good mood," Oliver notes, his tone shifting instantly from domestic warmth to seductive devil. "Let’s talk about getting me in front of a computer terminal so I can destroy Senator Scott."

Oliver says, “They took Jaxon’s body too. He poisoned the bullets, hopefully not with Somnus Chorosyn. But even if he did, there’s no Jaxon to set the poison off, so-“ I cut him off with a destabilising hug. Oliver makes a noise of surprise, as if he never thought I would miss him half as much as I did, but when he recovers, he pulls me closer, resting his chin on top of my head. “Glad to see nothing crazy happened while I was away.” He mutters, somehow, in all of this, fucking making jokes. “Oh shut up,” I reply, but pull him tighter till I’m sure neither of us can breathe. He smells like the country and motorcycles and freedom.

- 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

Not scare her to death with the fact that I'll die soon and leave her all alone. For others to claim. I shivered at the thought. No, that's a conversation for another day. "Hey, I never said I agreed with what he did. But you know Ally, she probably made him swore that we'll stay alive. " Oliver's droopy eyes met mine, before he smiled wearily. "That sounds just like her, " he says his eyes diverting back to his drink, swirling it. "You know, the odds are stacked against us this time. I doubt we'll make it out without casualties. "

"I broke every code of the Lane Crime Family, Oliver. I let a regular syndicate soldier pin me against the wall and put his massive cock inside me. I am supposed to be the heir to the family bloodline, and I acted like a cheap whore in the compound washroom." "Maybe you needed it," Oliver Queen grunts, stepping closer, his fingers dragging across the front of Rodolpho's trousers. "Your husband, Clark Kent, spends all his time watching surveillance feeds of other men taking what belongs to him. He doesn't give you that hard, raw pounding you crave."

Oliver noticed the change in my body, and he asked, “What’s wrong?” “Marlo is coming,” I replied. Oliver’s head lifted, and his eyes followed mine to meet my cousin. He stepped forward when Marlo got close, taking a protective position. Oliver knew everything that happened in Madrid, hence his reaction. “Oliver,” Marlo began and smiled. “Marlo.” He replied with a cold tone. “I would advise you to step back.” Marlo didn’t argue; he stepped back with his hands held up. Oliver stepped away a little so that I could see Marlo. He looked a little neater compared to the last time I saw him. His nose bore the mark of the trauma he suffered, but that was about it.

“Big Boss! Mr. Eric! You’re here!” Oliver exclaimed, bounding toward them with unrestrained glee. His high-pitched voice carried an unsettling enthusiasm, a jarring contrast to the gruesome scene. “Look, Big Boss, do you like it?” he gestured to the mangled man with the pride of an artist unveiling their masterpiece. His manic grin stretched wide, eyes gleaming with a deranged joy. “This one was fun to play with.” Oliver wasn't someone people could trifle with. He was insane and wouldn't hesitate at the idea of skinning a man alive or brutally mutilating them. As long as it made Damien happy, he would do it.

She needed to be bright today, the pain is still there but she can't wallow like that forever, she needs to do something and figure out what the heck happened with her Aunty. After checking herself out, she dragged Jay out of the house to see her off at work. ***** "Who the fuck is this guy!" Oliver slammed on his table as he watched the footage over and over again with his friends. All he did was to stand until the fire broke out in the house and he didn't move. In Fact he made it so obvious that he wants to be seen as he keeps fixing his gaze at the security camera. "He knew what was going on or what was about to happen."

The volume of the mobile phone was also very loud, mixed with the sound of the TV. Olive didn't remind him. She was going to take a shower first, and if his "sense of presence" was still so high after coming out, she would send a message to tell him to stop a little bit. Across the screen, it should be to give him some face. Olive was about to go to the room. Liam looked up again and called her, "Hey." Not knowing what kind of demon the young master was going to be, Olive stood hesitantly, "Yes?"

"I… I lied to someone once." At that, Oliver immediately yelled at her. "Are you kidding me, you idiot? That's nothing! You think that counts as a sin? Are you trying to ruin the game?" I couldn't stand it anymore and snapped at Oliver. "Then why don't you tell us what you've done?" Oliver puffed up, proud for no reason. He lifted one brow and said with twisted satisfaction, "Me? I killed someone." "What? You're a murderer? Are you the one who brought us here?" Cheryl screamed first, and everyone stared at Oliver with mixed expressions.