Olivia Benson Quotes の小説・ストーリー

“Yes, I am sure that I’m okay.” Olivia chuckles, “I have no doubt you’d let me down.” Then, winking sharply at me, she turns to the other side. “I will leave now, but I have you at the back of my mind. I’ll be watching for when attention is called. Remember, you have to be swift with your actions. Any seconds wasted are a time for the triplets to retrieve their lives from your sucking.”

"How could I help from all the way over here. Besides, I want to sit next to a heartthrob too. You already have a man, and you're still getting attention from guys like him. What did you eat for breakfast to get this lucky?" Before I could reply, Olivia continued. "Hey, ask for Benjamin’s F******k for me. You’re taken, so you should think of your lonely friend. I’m not exactly ugly, so why have I gone eighteen years without a single guy noticing me?" "If you want it, ask for it yourself. I've been humiliated enough today. He’s like a block of ice—unapproachable and cold. I'm going back to sleep." Ignoring whatever else Olivia was typing, I put my head back down on the desk.

Jessica was surprised also. "What did you gain from exposing it to everyone? Nothing! you only made a fool of yourself, i think you allowed your looks and intelligence get into your head. Jessica,you have to become a better person before it's too late. You're happy to have people surround you, people are ready to worship you but watch them all turn away when you have nothing. You're beautiful, intelligent and of course wealthy,who wouldn't want to associate with you? Excluding me though after watching your behavior. I'm not always impressed with job title, social status,things you can buy,I'm always impressed by way someone treats others. I'm not easily triggered by wealth,maybe it's because

I open the card and begin reading. To the 2 girls that mean the most in our lives, Olivia, you have always been the perfect daughter. From the time you were able to walk and talk you have always been polite and had the best of manners. You did great in school and worked your butt off to get everything that you have. Even when we went through hard times of our own, you were there. When it should have been the other way around. We should have worked harder to get you those things that you deserved so much. That doesn't matter now though, you are an amazing young woman and a great mother. We know that things didn't go the way you planned when it came to having a child, but we are so grateful fo

I started pacing around the room trying to breath "Olivia I need you to breathe," Claudia said "I-I can't," I said "You have to the baby," She said into my ear I tried but still couldn't breathe. I looked at Alex who stood up from the bed and looked angry

Amber scoffs annoyingly. "Don't dare talk to her that way" Noah said in anger and Amber laughs off. "Ohh! Cute couple. Do you want to stand up for her?" Amber pauses raising a brow. "I'm sorry but you lost that chance" Amber adds in bluntly. "What do you want from us?" Olivia asks sadly. "Nothing. I derive satisfaction seeing you both in jail --- but is this what you deserve?" Amber asks meticulously as she stands from the bench. "Your happy life won't last long, Amber" Olivia said annoyingly like one who is presenting a quote.

Olivia said, sitting down on the Sofa. "Yes! I'll be right back, Mrs Osteen" The lady left. Olivia sighed. Finally,, the woman is off her neck. Now she's left with just this guards. How she wished she had supernatural powers to disappear and appear in a different quite place, void of Joel and his guards. "Thank you so much ma'am Olivia" Julie said. "For what?" Olivia asked, pretending like she doesn't have an idea on what Julie meant. "For the things you bought for me! It's quite expensive!".

What about Olivia? ***

Despite feeling a little bashful, I thanked her for her kind compliment. Olivia quietly departed from the room, and Mrs. Benson approached me with a small wrapped package. "It's a present from Jasper's father and me," she announced. I objected, "But Mrs. Benson, you've already given me a gift!" Her response was swift, "Nonsense, that was only an heirloom!"

Olivia stood barefoot at the threshold, eyes wide and cheeks flushed like she’d heard everything — and maybe she had. She didn’t look scared. She looked furious. “You know,” she said, stepping into the room with that chin held high, “it’s really rich hearing all this ‘whore’ and ‘slave’ talk from a man whose family has the moral compass of a trash can.” “Olivia—” I started. “No, don’t.” She turned her gaze on my father. “Let him speak for himself. I’m tired of men talking about me like I’m a transaction.” My father smirked. “And what are you going to do, dear? Threaten me?”