Smallville Oliver Mga Nobela at Kwento

Seeing the two of them wrapped together—seeing the terror and confusion I brought into this home—makes me feel like the absolute lowest piece of trash on the face of the earth. “I heard loud shouting,” **Oliver** mumbles against Sarah’s shoulder, his little hand reaching up to pat her hair. “I thought... I thought there were monsters.” “No, baby,” Sarah whispers, pressing a lingering, desperate kiss to his forehead, her eyes closed tight. “No monsters, Ollie. Marcus and I were just... we were just having a loud adult talk about work. That’s all. Everything is okay.” She looks up at me over **Oliver’s** small shoulder. The look she gives me isn't anger anymore. It is pure, agonizing boundary-

"Nicole, I know you're capable, but don't pick a fight you can't win. Things aren't the same anymore. You're not short on food anyway. Staying alive is what matters. Don't risk your life over this. If you trust me, I'll negotiate for you. I'll try to get the amount lowered. How about that?" Nicole looked at him. "You're working pretty hard for them. How much are they paying you?" "What did you say?!" Oliver froze, then his face twisted with anger. "I nearly got myself killed trying to lower the protection rations for everyone, and this is how you repay me? You think I'm in on it?" "You're wearing layers that thick and somehow ended up covered in blood. Are you sure that's not just chicken bl

Everything we’d fought for was balanced on a knife’s edge, and the clock was running out. Oliver gave me a quick glance as he pulled out his phone, keeping his other hand near the concealed gun at his side. "I’m tapping into the security feeds now," he whispered. His fingers moved with a speed born of experience—steady, reliable. Oliver was one of the few people I could still trust without reservation, and I clung to that trust like a lifeline.

He had most likely been acting out whatever they'd been supposed to last time they'd met, but Xiao seemed to be here as a real friend this time. Oliver guessed he must be somewhere close to them age-wise, and he was a bit taller than Callum. Xiao wasn't bulky the way Oliver was, but the man’s tight muscles could be easily noticed from under the plain shirt he was wearing. Last time he’d seemed tense and alert, but seeing he was as jumpy as he had been that time, Oliver decided this was not part of the act. There was this constant expectance, hanging over Xiao. It was like he was thinking of five things at the same time.

Severin shook his head solemnly. "I will not grant unto you that luxury." No sooner had he uttered those words than the horror-stricken Oliver felt the thread of his destiny severed abruptly. Though enlightenment had eluded him since time immemorial, death had found him swiftly. An almighty force that spanned across the realm and poured light over time and space obliterated him in an instant. Helpless against such overwhelming power, Oliver knew his demise was imminent. Yet, the primal instinct to survive drove him to one final, manic, desperate act—self-destruction.

Crying. Happy I’m alive. But sad about Norman being the rat. That’s going to kill Oliver. …….. Wait …. Oliver. Oliver was there .. he was trying to talk to his dad. He was telling him to put the gun down. Because Norman was shooting at me. The memory slammed into me so hard my body jerked. Oh my god Oliver. Norman shot at me and Oliver jumped in front of it. Oliver was shot!!! No! It must’ve been too much for me .. because the next thing I saw was nothing but darkness.

He offered me his free hand but I was too unsettled to do anything other than stare at it. “Annabelle! Eliana!” Just when I was starting to get over the surprise of seeing Jared, I went rigid again as I heard that voice. All I got was a few seconds to process before a familiar figure appeared in front of us. “Wow. It’s really you,” Oliver said with a smile that revealed his perfect set of teeth. “Welcome to my house.” His arms spread out like that of a proud king that was showing off his castle. I couldn’t think of anything to say as I stared at the two devils smiling at me as if everything was right between us. Jared, the lesser evil, had an impatient look on his face that reflected his dis

"Kane's acting was terrible. And that bear had clear traces of a potion on it." "Why didn't you tell me?" "You wouldn't have believed me," he said with a sad smile. "Back then, you only had eyes for him." "And now?" I asked, looking up into those beautiful violet eyes. "Now, you only have eyes for me," Oliver said, kissing my forehead. "From the first moment I saw you at your Saintess ceremony, I fell in love with you. In this life, and the last." I threw my arms around him, burying my face in his chest. Me too, I thought, my heart finally, truly at peace. In this life, and the last.

"I don't want Rachel as my mom anymore." "Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "And why is that? You seemed quite determined before." Oliver clutched his blanket, his small fingers twisting the fabric nervously. "She wouldn't let me go to training classes," he said, his voice small. "She made us live in the ghetto shelter." His voice dropped to a whisper. "And she tried to kill me." I frowned, genuinely surprised by this accusation. "How could she have tried to kill you?" "The ice cream," Oliver explained, his lower lip quivering. "I used to be fine with cream cakes when you gave me the special medicine. But this time, when I ate the one Rachel gave me, I almost died."