Zip X Oliver #fpe Novels & Stories

She asked while staring around through the window. I had not responded when my phone rang. I was lucky I did not drop it when we were being attacked. Oliver was calling. Oliver traveled to New Jersey for business as Mister CO. Two days were over so he had one more day for him to return. “Hi,” I answered as Ziporah gave me a knowing look that screamed just how she was proud of me. “I'm flying over.” He said, I heeded some movements from the background. “What?” I asked, totally confused. “Why? The business conference ends tomorrow?”

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?”

I was standing there in a shapeless house dress, the front still stained with dried breast milk. Fiona wrinkled her nose, pulled a perfume bottle from her bag, and spritzed herself. "What is that sour smell? God, it's awful."

At seven pm I drove the van to the corner of the street where Oliver had his travel agency. I gave it ten minutes and then started the van. The glass door opened and I saw Felix step out followed closely by Oliver. They talked as Oliver locked the front door and I sped up as they reached the curb. Felix was hardly visible as he slid the van’s door open and pushed Oliver inside. I sped away from the curb the moment Felix slammed the door shut. “What the hell are you doing?” Oliver yelled.

His gaze was on the floor as he adjusted his blazer. “Hello,” he said to Felix. He stretched his hand forward and aware of everyone’s gaze on him, Felix had no choice but to place his hand in his. Taking him by surprise, he leaned forward and placed a light kiss on his hand. “I’m Oliver Finn and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” “Um…Felix. I’m Felix. Felix Reuben. It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” “I wasn’t sure what type of flowers you preferred so I got you roses,” he continued, handing the bouquet of flowers over to him. “I hope you like them.”

he began. Zara stopped and stared up at him. "I don't know if I can do this. I'm sorry for letting you down," Zara muttered and she was close to tears. "Now this was perfect. I want you to hold on to these tears and I think you should lose the tablet and be yourself. I know you can do this," Oliver announced as he took the tablet from her. "You're saying that I should ditch the lines and make my own?" Zara asked. Oliver nodded. "That way, they'll be more natural," he answered. Then he turned to Anne who was back with a glass of milk. "She's ready."

I finally spoke sounding brusquer than I wanted. “Don't control her, Sanders.” Cindy warned me and then turned to my girlfriend “It's just soda, I was drinking vodka and we just made a round of tequila, but if you don’t want any of it, then there's a taste for everyone in here.” She explained shrugging to then extend the glass with the soda to Olivia.

Felix said somewhat glumly, "I don't know why, but I get a feeling that he harbors ill intentions toward you. It feels like he wants to take you away from us." "Fee, that's you and your myopic view." Melody was a typical looks-only person. "He's Xander Zane, the helmsman of Zane Corporation. He's not only rich, but his body and looks are also top notch. Do you know how many girls would wish that he would harbor ill intentions toward them? What does it mean if he harbors ill intentions toward Caterpie? It means that our Caterpie is also excellent!"

"Oliver." He said with a gritted drag in his voice. "Your Majesty?" "Do you have problem with the Fur Breed?" "Have a problem with the wolves? Personally? Pst, no! Buuuuttt... not everyone is as forward thinking as I am, your Majesty." A slow flip. Zezi closed her eyes counting in her head, to the end of the slow flip, in order to adjust the rhythm in her head.

My brows furrowed as I started attending to the other papers. Shadowfen was lacking in ways more than outside communication. There was uncertainty in the land. The wolvens were scared and I could tell. The sun shone brighter than it usually did and rainfall was becoming less and less. A growl slipped from my lips unconsciously as I attended to the sixtieth? Eighty fifth paper? I didn't keep count. While my eyes moved across letter by letter, I let my thoughts drift. They drifted back to Valeras. I could still remember the expression on Oliver’s face when I'd mentioned shadow-stepping. The awe when he asked me what it was and I'd answered.