Oliver Threadville の小説・ストーリー

What about Olivia? ***

Kristen Oliver went through these two words in his mind, but his mood was even more complicated. When we arrived at a community, Trisha Sylvie motioned. 'I found out that Zeev Oliver has a house on the top floor of eight buildings here.' Kristen Oliver looked up and murmured. 'I thought Zeev Oliver only had the one house near his home.' Trisha Sylvie leered at her and drove in. I handed in my door card and entered the community without hindrance.

Porter had fixed a load of food; Italian pasta salad, chicken salad, fruit salad, etc. After nibbling on some food, Oliver asked Ava if she wanted go for a walk. She had agreed. Oliver was a decent looking guy for a nerdy type. He was some sort of top-notch guy for NASA. He lived in Houston and traveled a lot for his job. Of course, Oliver had told Ava his job title but it was too much for her to remember. Oliver had dark red hair. She figured that was the color of Mrs. Porter’s hair before she got old. His eyes were brown with some flexes of green. You could see the green in the sunlight. They strolled along not saying a word.

Better throw this before anyone saw this thumbler' *end of flashback* Walking to the direction of the alley Oliver heads straight until he see the the last part of the alley. Looking at his surrounding, it is just houses and some stalls not far from him. Oliver knew for sure that it is not that far and it is connected to the place and where you can see the night market.

Oliver nodded, Claire must have complained to him, he sighed, “Thanks for the heads up, Tammy. By the way, whenever I have free time on my schedule, come see me. We need to talk about a raise for you.” “Thank you, sir,” smiled Tammy. Oliver walked into his office to see his father lounging on his chair behind the desk. Stefen grinned at him, “Since when has my son ever been late to work? Busy night with a certain dark hair mystery?” “What do you want dad? I have a lot of work I need to catch up on.” Oliver set his suitcase down, opening it to pull out some papers. “Phillip mentioned he saw you at ‘Shell Rock,’ with a beautiful woman. Have you decided to bring her to the VIP room instead of o

Oliver's POV I was deep in thoughts as I drove. How on earth was I tell Lois that I needed her to come to Mr Olsen's party with me. We've not particularly spoken to each other for the past 2 weeks. I got a call while at work from a very important client, Gabriel Olsen and he asked if we could meet and discuss about the business deal. I immediately gave a positive answer. But then he invited me to his wife's birthday party, as an avenue to have that meeting and I agreed to it, but what came next, I was expecting.

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

The new or old love? Oliver read the headline on Thomas’ tablet after his assistant reported the new development. “The news has gone viral, sir. Vloggers have even made videos about it. They’ve opened polls for people to vote who will end up as Mrs Ford,” Thomas said. “I don’t know how they got your pictures. Someone must have followed you from the hotel.” Oliver scrolled down the page and glanced at the pictures that were taken. Whoever took them was a professional. They were so clear that no one could deny who the people in the car were.

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.”