Empty By Olivia O'brien の小説・ストーリー

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

“Me? I am not very good at handling such men” Olivia replies. “But you are smart, I am sure you will plan something good” Eleanor smirks. She has a plan already. She would do something to attract his attention completely and then.. maybe show him his right place. Olivia notices Eleanor’s empty glass. She has finished the Mocktail. “Want to refill?” she asks Eleanor. “Maybe a Vodka this time?”

I lied, I didn't have a pack after all so I had to think of something Derrick raised an eyebrow. “Silver Moon Pack? I've never heard of it.” “It's a small, isolated pack,” I replied quickly. I didn't want any suspicion. “We keep to ourselves.” I added to make it sound more believable He seemed to accept my explanation, nodding slowly. “Alright, Olivia. If you follow my lead, you might just manage to survive.” I was ready for anything at least to stay alive, I had to play this role perfectly. “Understood,” I said, firmly, trying hard to blend in.

Olivia "I can't find the reason why you didn't tell me the truth, Olivia! I thought we're best friends. Didn't we promise each other that no matter what happens, no matter how difficult the situation is, we won't keep secrets from each other?" Matthew said with a distant look and a serious face. I could only sigh in response to what he said. Even I, until now, am still confused. But no matter what I do, I can't turn back time, right? It already happened and there's nothing more I can do.

She looked the part of the grieving, betrayed fiancée; her eyes were slightly red, and the way her voice trembled made my skin crawl. “Please, everyone, one question at a time,” Evelyn said into the forest of microphones. Then, she looked directly into the camera lens. “Yes, her name is Olivia Brown. My fiancé, Liam Smith, had twins with her. It is a reality I have tried to handle with grace, but I cannot stay silent anymore. Because of the love I have for Liam, I decided to accept those children as my own, despite the fact that their biological mother is nothing but a wretched, opportunistic slut who is trying to dismantle our family.”

The world would know who the real Olivia was. Yet, outside the window, a watchful figure was lurking, and Olivia was unaware that a far greater threat was shadowing her hopeful steps. Olivia Levine sat in her minimalist study, staring at the computer screen with eyes that were growing tired. Every inch of her life now felt heavy, like a persistent feeling she could never shake. All the accomplishments she had achieved, all the pride she had built, seemed unable to cover the emptiness that still remained in her heart. Outside, the rain poured relentlessly, creating a lonely atmosphere. But inside Olivia's heart, the void felt deeper still. Something within her was beginning to fracture.

“It’s nature. Ryan’s divorce opened my eyes to a lot. Trust me, Enzo is way more important than Ryan in every way. He can’t measure up to ENZO’s success.” “Ryan is nothing compared to that man. If you eventually get closer to this man, you’d have enough to put that idiot in his place for good. He’s nothing but a charade; he thinks you can’t survive without him. He’s ridiculous.” She smirked, nodding her head while filling my glass. She was only doing this because she felt I’d take her along with me so she could appear on the news as well. Olivia has always wanted to appear on the large screens or in the newspaper, but no one has even bothered to check her article or her writing.