Novelas y relatos de Oliver Wood

Carrying a pile of bags back to the dorm, she spotted Oliver pasting a festive decoration on her door. "Oliver, it's the holiday. Why are you out here?" "It's too noisy at home—driving me crazy. It's quieter here." Oliver wore a black wool sweater, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing a section of strong, muscular arm. He raised both hands and smoothed the decoration flat. At well over six feet tall, he didn't even need a stool to reach the top of the doorframe. Adriana didn't know much about Oliver's family situation. Since it was personal, she didn't pry.

The guys don’t even know whether he was still living or not. Due to the fact that Oliver have a small chat with the people that we have been looking up. He was an agent in the underworld. Even though he can't stay like it forever, he truly believes in that person. He never failed any work that Oliver have offered. He have also been good. Whatever he do, he never been late in providing the informations which is the reason why he is a loss for Oliver.

“Oliver, meet Bella Martinez, our new design consultant.” Oliver stepped forward, a charming smile playing on his lips. He was dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit—a leather jacket over a fitted black shirt, jeans, and well-worn boots. His eyes held a spark of curiosity as he extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bella. I see the Langston company has a thing for hiring beautiful ladies.” He threw a playful glance at Adrian who just adjusted his sitting position. I shook his hand, feeling a surprising warmth in his grip. “Nice to meet you, Oliver. I didn’t realize Adrian had a brother.”

I'm wide awake. Olivera grunts, slamming the axe down, and tossing another stack of logs under the awning outside to keep the wood dry, even if he isn't. When he finishes, he grabs a handful of the wood logs and brings them inside, tossing a few of the large logs into he fireplace. My stomach turns, seeing him play with the matches until it strikes successfully and warmth fills the cabin.

Kir The night before Woodside, Oliver locks the bedroom door. He doesn't step away from it. "I want to top tonight," he says. My hands freeze on the third button of my shirt. I look at him in consternation. His back is flat against the wood. Arms loose. The bratty edge is completely gone. He just looks steady, his chin tipped up a fraction, daring me to say no. "Oliver. I have never done that. You know you are the only man I have been with. I do not know if I will like it."

“He will be looking after you inside.” “I told Cody we didn’t need a detail.” I say to Autumn who is appreciating every bit of the six foot, five inches of Oliver with his buzzed head, dark brooding eyes and muscular build. “Huh?” She manages to say when I nudge her. “Oh right, well I’m thinking Oliver should definitely stick around.” He still doesn’t smile his face is totally impassive. I suppose he takes his job extremely seriously.

“Oliver took that course last year. Almost turned him into a tree-hugging pacifist.” I snorted, sparing a glance at my messy notes before turning back to the equations we were supposed to solve. “I think I’ve gotten more than half of these trajectories wrong.” “You did,” a dazed voice from above me said. I looked up just as Oliver Kensington snatched my scroll. He quickly pressed it against a stone pillar and began frantically scratching out my work with a piece of charcoal. “I’ll fix the path for you.” My jaw went slack as I watched him scribble down new—likely perfect—answers before handing the scroll back to me.