Novel & Cerita Empty By Olivia O'brien

I’m more prepared this time. Tomorrow, I continue the plan. For the first time since all of this started, I’m not scared of what Owen might do next. The fear that used to sit heavily in my chest is mostly gone. After watching my parents tear down my door like I was nothing, after realizing how easily people who are supposed to protect you can hurt you, Owen Kyle loses his power. He can glare, threaten, watch me all he wants; none of it compares to what I’ve already survived. I don’t feel reckless. I feel steady. Almost excited. Like, I finally understand that I have nothing left to lose.

KIERAN I stared at the text on my screen, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the device. “The body in the hospital or the Omega you keep hidden….which one do you love more?” Rhea was a viper, but she was a blind one, taunting me about a string of mistresses she thought I kept. She had no idea it was Ethan, a friend of ours she was trying to execute. “Kieran?” Ronan's voice a little rasp, pulling me away from my thoughts.

“Need some help there?” And who was standing in front of her right now, tall and long-legged with that long blonde ponytail, a half-smile on her heart-shaped face. Mia was still trying to formulate a response without gawking, when an empty bottle of moisturizer fell out of the giant black bin bag, followed by a shower of balled-up Kleenex. Oh god. “Ah,” Olivia said, coming closer. “Cabin six? They seem extra torqued-up this summer.”

Like she had seen this exact performance a thousand times before. And then, she spoke. Flat. Bored. “You done?” Elena stiffened in my arms. “Olivia….” I started, but she just let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You know what, Leonard? Never mind.” “You know what, Leonard?” Olivia’s voice was calm. Too calm. That wasn’t a good sign. She wasn’t yelling. She wasn’t snapping. She wasn’t fighting. She was done. “I am tired, and I’m done here.” She exhaled, shaking her head, her fingers tightening around her suitcase handle. “You can while away with your pathetic, delicate flower, okay?” Her lips curled slightly, a hollow, bitter smile.

"Olivia's waiting for me." Enzo nodded. "Go." His hand had already dropped back to his side, but his eyes stayed on her until she reached for the door. Bianca stepped out of the car and headed for the elevator, trying to ignore the way her pulse still raced. By the time she reached her office, Olivia was already waiting for her, leaning against the desk with two cups of coffee and a triumphant grin. "The media is eating Lawrence alive, B," Olivia said, handing her a cup. "But look at you. Your cheeks are flushed. What happened down in the garage? Did you run into a corporate crisis, or did a certain billionaire look at you?"

Liam: [not back tonight.] Liam: [lock the door.] "…" Olive was stupefied for a moment and replied all right. After sending successfully, Olive went to the porch and locked the door. She was a little tired and her hair was still wet, so she suddenly didn't bother to blow dry. She sat on the sofa and scanned the news for a while, then turned on the TV bored, looking for something to watch. As soon as it was opened, there was the Metropolitan Channel, and the morning news of "Convey" was being replayed at this time.

Gaby voice through the intercom. "What is it, Gaby?" "Mr. Hunt is on line 2," she replied. "Oh, thanks," she put down her pen and picked up the phone. Olivia: Hey ... how are you? Declan: Hey, still working hard, I see. How's everything going? Olivia: (Sit back on her chair) It's going great, actually, just not sure I can do everything all at once. How's your trip? Brian's keeping you entertained?

Xeno asks, looking at me all curious. "Oh, nothing, just Nana being as protective as she is, she also knows we are going to a club and not a party," I say, and Xeno's jaw drops in shock. "But she is cool with it and just wants us to be safe." I add, with a big smile on my face. "Ms. Ox is so cool, I would have never guessed she'd be so cool," she says, giggling a little. We sat down to resume our sunbathing and go quiet.

Basking in the endorphin rush she got from the display of affection, Olive responded in the negative "Nah, I already ate something at Desiree's. What about you, have you eaten something?" "Yeah, I missed lunch so I had an early dinner." Rosabella replied. "Okay, wanna watch a movie before bedtime?" Olive asked grabbing the remote off the table and flicking through the stations. And so Olive and her mother watched TV until Morpheus sent his sand to overpower them and put them to sleep. Meanwhile, In a cave, In an Unknown Location, A regal and enchanting-looking woman sat beside a pool and in that pool was instead of her reflection, the image of Olive fast asleep on her bed.

He could not reveal the latter. He had won the challenge which was gaining her consent—despite how forced it seemed. He had gotten what he wanted, so what was up with the emptiness he felt? He should have been over the moon. But why wasn’t he? The sadness in her eyes was haunting him. But why? Olivia’s POV: “What have I done? How could I do that?” She was grabbing her head in her hands and leaning against the wall of a narrow street beside their apartment building. She could not believe that she had agreed to go along with such a stupid offer.