Oliver Oken の小説・ストーリー

Ricardo confirmed as Volkov lit another cigar. "You are good at this Ricardo. My best..." The Don's words got trailed off when suddenly Oliver, the best tracker around, barged inside panting heavily. It seemed like he had just run a marathon. He looked like a tramp with his long dirty blond hairs covering half of his face. Various piercings and ripped jeans, and brown leather jacket were best to describe his appearance. The other men scrunched their noses in disgust as a horrifying odour wafted from his body. He smelled worse than rotten meat.

said Oliver. Mika and Katleho looked at each other, then agreed that it was a good idea. Meanwhile, I was doing my own research. “Mr Zwane, do you have something to hide?” I said, scrolling through Oliver’s private emails. Then I finally found it. A personal video of Oliver,it was not clear, it kept on cutting Oliver’s words. “What are you saying?” I wondered. Oliver was sending the email to his other personal account, he probably thought it was important to have it online in case something were to happen to him.

The smell of hot food hit Oli and his stomach grumbled. “I came to see how you are and make sure you got something to eat. I’m Aricka Wolversen, Luna of the Black River Pack. How are you holding up?” She seemed sincere to Oli and that he wasn’t sure how to take that. His mind kept going in search of an ulterior motive. What did she want to know? But nothing about her pointed in this direction.

But it was something. --- A silence followed. --- Ariana looked at him carefully. --- “You’re not reacting the way I expected,” she said. --- Oliver glanced at her. “How did you expect me to react?” he asked. --- Ariana hesitated. Then said: “Angry. Defensive. Out of control.” --- Oliver gave a faint exhale. “I was like that before,” he said. --- A pause. Then he added: “I’m not going back to that.” ---

Despite his complaints about Americans, Oliver's own mixed heritage was evident in his Western features-dark hair and eyes contrasting with his fair complexion. Noticing my absorption with the tablet, he leaned forward curiously. "Since when do you follow social media, Marcus? Found some internet celebrity? Sounds like a woman—is she pretty? Let me see." I immediately shut off the screen, tucking the tablet away. Nobody could see Anna's video. She was my deepest vulnerability, the weakness I couldn't afford to expose. "So secretive," Oliver smirked suggestively. "I follow several gorgeous European socialites. Want an introduction? Several have been asking about you."

I said, waving it off awkwardly. "Alright, Elena," he said, his voice like smooth velvet over gravel. "Let's see the damage." I handed over the tablet. Oliver’s jaw tightened as he scrolled through the venom directed at my voice-acting alias, Lila Starr. He moved with terrifying efficiency—tracing IP addresses back to the Southern Pack territories, grouping the bot accounts, and drafting takedown orders. He was cold, professional, and unshakably calm. Exactly the kind of Enforcer I needed for a digital war.

’ questioned Raven. “You don’t know those men. They are dangerous, perverts,” proclaimed Oliver, taking a step towards her. Raven took a step back, “You must be one too, if you were there.” “That’s actually the first time I’ve been in there. I saw you on the screen,” explained Oliver. “Oh, so you get your jollies that way,” shot back Raven. “No,” denied Oliver, he wanted to explain to her, he wanted her to know he wasn’t like them.

Ricardo completed the thought process behind her, "it's safe to assume that they have someone in Olympus too keeping an eye on your progress to recover the weapon." Dennis didn't take the accusation lightly at all as he stood up immediately to refute it in anger. "All due respect Mr. DiSanto but Olympus isn't Os Buscadores or a weapon smuggling ring," he said. "Every operative you find here is loyal." "That was what I thought about my colleagues too before they tried to kill me twice," Ricardo returned, daring him with a look to counter it again. Dennis met Ricardo's look head-on and the both of them stared one another down in some sort of mental wrestling match that always seemed to happen

They are great warriors, but if I have to rely on them to figure out how to stop me from dying, then I better start building my own casket because these two won't make the cut. -"So, Oliver, tell me more about you." Oliver is notoriously uncomfortable because we don't know each other. On top of that, he sees me as an authority figure, his Luna. So it is up to me to break the ice between us. -"Thirty-five years old male, Elite Warrior Oliver Du-Monde. The first child of Roland and Jennifer Du-Monde. Born to and presently part of Crescent Moon Pack, on Luna's Personal Guard task force. Your guard, Ma'am." He yelled out militarily.

I need some intel afterall“ His face turned scary when he said those but as soon as he see Oliver, he smile. That is weird everyone in this group is weird. Even so, acting friendly won't do anything bad. Oliver acted as Oli before when he decieved the guy to get the files he needed. Doing it again wouldn't be bad. Looking at the sky, he knew that he can't get back home. Thankfully he emailed Kim to handle matters on the company. He already finish the works he must do since he is always month ahead. He also email Noah to handle the kids. Sending him the regimen he did for the study of the two, for sure it wouldn't be a bad idea if he is gone for some time. Although, he is not sure about Her