Oliver Oken Novels & Stories

He stopped but didn’t look at me for a moment. “Come off it! You have to know who I am.” He sighed, and although I had seen his face for only a short while and knew nothing about him, I could imagine he was rolling his eyes. He whipped around and a shockwave ran through my body. “I am Oliver. King of the Lycans.” He growled before whipping right back around and dragging me to the camp. “Put her with the others.” He ordered and as they dragged me over to the cages, I could finally see that four other packs were being held by these beasts. I had figured out who their leader was. Now all I had to do was figure out how the hell I could get out of here.

OLIVIA I'm having a hard time adjusting to the earth. It's rather unfortunate that my life was fading away like the evening sun and I can't even do anything about it. “I'm waiting for your response, Adrian. I don't enjoy being kept in suspense for too long and that's precisely what you're doing to me right now,” Rene fumed. Her voice got louder by the minute. “Yes, I do know them. Olivia is Cyril's husband while the lady standing next to her is Kate, Olivia's assistant,” Adrian briefly explained.

I am Oliver White, cold, focused, untouchable. But now, for the first time in years… I wasn’t so sure anymore.

"Stop wriggling. “ “I’m not. “ “You most certainly are. How did it go?" "I thought you came to seduce me, not talk to me." "If I wanted to seduce you and get you out of your clothes, I'd go about it differently. Stop trying to distract me. " “Am I succeeding? “ “Almost.“ The lord relaxed back against him. "That’s cruel, Oliver.“ He said lightly but then continued, more serious. “I met Owen. That's one of the men we met back in Kent. "

I just need you to see what a joke these two are. "Was there something you two needed?" Once again, it was Jen who couldn't leave well enough alone. She just couldn't seem to help herself, and he wondered how blind the other two were that they couldn't see what was really going on here. Since Kerry seemed to have gone mute in the last five minutes, he figured it was up to him to bring the shit out in the open. He'd lost interest in his little experiment already. He'd expected more from his opponents than to be facing off with fucking middle-schoolers.

This was a madhouse full of wanna-be porn stars who had probably been in more homemade sex videos than I ever wanted to see. "Drake!" Oliver shouted as he pushed his way through a group of people to get to me. "How's it going? I've got a few promising leads on the other side of the convention center, but I wanted to show you this first." He took out his phone and scrolled across the screen before he showed me.

Oliver's memory was of a teenage boy from years ago. Ares smiled again, "Do you remember if I used to live in Vermont?" Ares added another clue. Ares wanted to introduce himself, but he wanted to have a little fun with someone who once knew him. After all, Mr. Oliver was a significant memory, and Ares had been eager to meet the man for a long time. However, he always refrained from doing so to keep Keyara. If circumstances were different, Ares would have happily visited Mr. Oliver.

He smirked and leaned back on the chair, “A bit small for the ruler of the largest pack in the realm, don't you think?” “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Keyleth stepped to my side, her arms folded against each other. “Tell us about the rot and we might just let you live.” “What shall I call you?” The wolven asked again, the smirk on his face dropped. “Oliver. Just Oliver.” — “Koren?” The word rolled off Keyleth's tongue as the male looked with obvious annoyance. “Soren.” He snapped at her, turning a sharp gaze towards me. “Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.”

The commanding presence that the man naturally exuded stunned even Oliver, who had seen countless people. “Mr. Jones, look!” Someone passed the phone to him. “This is Ms. Yelena Jenner’s photo with Mr. Z Hamerton!” “You guys were talking about this just now?” “Yeah!” Oliver looked at Yelena, who kept her composure and looked arrogant. Oliver smiled politely at first, but his smile soon froze. “Ms. Jenner.” He looked at her. “Are you sure this is Mr. Z?”

"No, I moved back here." The weight of the camera was not light, and Olive wanted to cut off the topic. "I have work to do. I'll get in touch with you when I have time." Jessica murmured, "Who wants to contact you?" "Well," Olive nodded, "that’s good for both of us." "…" Jessica was so speechless by her words that she held back for a long time and said, "Why are you suddenly back?" "Can’t I come back?" Olive smiled and said, "You don't have to worry. Just because I go back to South Star doesn't mean I will go home and live. Let's pretend we haven't met today, as long as you don't tell anyone, no one else knows. "