Goddess Olivia Blake Novels & Stories

They must have meant someone else. I only made it one step before Jacob snaked his arm around my waist and gripped me tightly, restraining me fully from stepping forward. In my ear, he hissed, “What are you doing?” “This can’t be right,” I said. This couldn’t be real. “She’s only fifteen.” “Fifteen is old enough for tribute,” Jacob said. “She’s my sister.” “I’m sorry, Olivia,” Jacob said, his voice softening. “But that’s just the way of it.”

One of the men said into his encrypted earphone. Right then, the back door of the Lamborghini Urus swinged open, and an elegant lady with a dark gown stepped down. She is Miss Olivia, the successor of the late Otedola of the Otedola Empire. In fact, Miss Olivia was just returning from the cemetery where she went to pay her last respect to her late dad, Mr Otedola. Mr Otedola is the most important figure of Blackstone city and few weeks ago, he kicked the bucket forcing Olivia to come back home from overseas. After all she is the sole successor of the Otedola Empire.

Olivia sat on the leather couch with one leg crossed over the other, dressed in black silk, a wine glass resting lazily between her fingers. She looked...beautiful but out of place. She looked like she had just attended a funeral of a dear one. My eyes scanned the room before landing on hers. "What is this?” I asked. She didn’t look at me immediately. Instead, she swirled the wine once before finally lifting those sharp eyes to mine. “I was waiting for you.” She replied. The flames crackled softly between us and I shut the door behind me. “In my office and in mourning clothes?”

“In the dream, I was back in the woods. In the dream, two of the pack warriors had attacked me and left me for dead. Even in the dream I could not see their faces, but the moon goddess basically made me relive the experience, pain and all. She showed me that the girl truly was a fugitive and was only passing through when she saw me, wounded. The moon goddess showed me the girl's kindness, and I even remembered a few of the moments she showed me, spent with the girl feeding me and taking care of me. She was so kind, ma.” Nodding, she slipped him four pancakes and ladled more batter into the pan. “Keep going.” “Yeah, so she told me that the girl was my mate, but if her demeanor told me anythin

I lost my sense of thoughts, staring at her as I took her soft hand for a handshake. This time, Gloria had stretched out her hair, perfectly. I didn't realize how long her back length hair was, until now. The smokey eye shadow was in sync with the silver knee length gown Olivia was wearing. The lacey long sleeves covered her arms but still failed to hide her glow. Brown skin under silver lace was a rare sight. There was a long opening at the front of her gown, down to the first few inches of her tummy. Olivia's wide cleavage was inviting. The only jewelry she was putting on, was a silver chained choker. I had personally ordered Gloria to get that .

A beast that could perform magic spells that made her mute and had now transformed to emerge as the most beautiful man she had ever seen in the seventeen years of her life. With lush golden blonde hair that starkly resembled his beast fur, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his mariner blue eyes were almond shaped, a-dazzle with wonder and a sense of imperiality. They shone brightly like two blue topaz splashed into a sparkling spring and he carried a Greeek nose with fairly plump lips. Arya didn't understand how an ugly barbaric beast could suddenly become a demi-god. 'Was that humanly possible? What exactly was going on?' she thought as she stared at the now astonishingly beautiful Amaris.

I informed them and pointed to Olivia. Gasps rose in the air. Murmurs took over the room and most of the people in the hall stared at Olivia. As I waited patiently for what they would say in reaction to the information I had just gotten across to them, I rushed a glance at my mate. The shock on her face could be taken and sent to the world record breakers for the assertion which I'm sure she would break the previous record of the previous winner. "Congratulations to our Alpha for the good luck the moon goddess had bestowed upon him," Holden said to me.

' Robert hesitated, his words coming out in choked sobs. "What do you see!" I yelled. "Troy there is a large gash on olivia head that is bleeding a lot. She appears to have hit it difficult on some thing or been attacked. She is unconcious, but with the blood loss she would possibly no longer make it if she doesn't get hold of scientific care soon" Robert explained. "She is naked and her physique is distinctly beat up... she appears light but she is alive. We have to get her returned to the pack physician as quickly as possible...." he added, however I should tell he was once leaving something out.

The goddess says. “Oh yeah that’s right.” The goddess takes out some pictures and dimensions of it to give to Rick. “Thank you, goddess. Is there anything else right now?” Sonya asks. “No, my child. Thank you for your protection and in return I will continue to protect you.” “Thank you.” With that the goddess drifts away into whiffs of white smoke. “Okay one last thing we need to tell everyone before we head off to the cabin.” Jake adds. “What is it son?” Donald asks.

It's just my imagination — me thinking, after all the hours I had spent on Clara and trying to make her look beautiful, that she was going to steal my spotlight, and not actually that she had. But the more I kept trying to process everything, the more reality kicked at me. "Clara," I finally got the courage to ask, "what's going on here? Why is Damien standing beside you?" She was smiling, like my confusion was food for her satisfaction. "What is happening?" she scoffed. "Don't be dumb, Olivia. As you can see, Damien and I are mates. We've been chosen by the moon goddess herself, which means we'll be spending the rest of our lives together."