Olivia Omb Novels & Stories

Olivia screamed she let out the rest of her strength, she wished it was a dream, she wanted to wake up from her sleep, she was tired of living in a world that never felt real to her. Arriving at the hospital, Olivia immediately asked about her Alpha condition, she was accompanied by a maid who had been beside her. "Where is Billy? tell me where is he?!" she said. "Sorry, are you one of the accident victim's family?" a nurse said. "Where's Billy!" she said. "Ma’am, calm down first, I'm sorry, yes she is Olivia, she is the Omega of one of the victims in the accident, can we meet them?" the maid said.

Maya barked out, "When you're with me you do not say that word! Got it?!" "Y... yes," Olivia stuttered out in fear, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that." "Hmm," Maya grumbled, then spanked Olivia hard again, "Get on your hands and knees whore." Olivia climbed off Maya, accidentally dragging her knee against Maya's big, ebony breasts. Then she got onto her hands and knees while Maya rummaged in a wardrobe. Olivia marvelled at Maya's body. It should have been obvious given he name, but she really did look like Maya Jama, the celebrity.

I blinked, pushing away the dark thoughts, and followed the indicated direction. Olivia appeared during the break, a young woman — perhaps twenty-eight years old —, light brown hair tied in a low bun, some strands escaping and framing her face. Her smile was easy, welcoming, and she carried in her hands a notebook with children’s stickers on the cover. Exactly as in Rowan’s description. “Hello! I’m Olivia. You are…?” She extended her hand with kindness. “Emma.” I used the made-up name, shaking her hand firmly. “Emma Sullivan.”

"Pel, let's go home," said Oliv, feeling uncomfortable in the club. Olivia Ethana Mateus was the granddaughter of Simon Mateus, who owned Switzerland's largest health research company. Her cousin, Penelope Alberta Mateus, stood in front of her. "Come on, Oliv. We should have some fun; it's a bachelorette party before your wedding to Aland tomorrow," Penelope said. "It's late," Olivia complained, feeling uncomfortable in such a place.

As if Diana's presence here was no big deal. "What do you mean?" Olive chuckled. "Can't you understand what I'm saying, Mrs. Diana? You must be much older than me, right?" Diana gritted her jaw. "I just want to talk to Thomas. I have nothing to do with you!" "Obviously there is!" Olive leaned back slightly. "If you forget who I am, it doesn't matter if we get reacquainted." Olive grinned. "I'm Olivia Charlotte. The future wife of Thomas Adam." She deliberately emphasized the word 'future wife' in her words just now.

, a calm voice asked behind her. Startled and back to reality, Anaïs turned to see a middle-aged woman standing behind with a smile. “Yes, it is,” Anaïs replied, smiling back. “Our fashion designing team put their heart and soul into making this masterpiece.” She said, “Ohh, don't mind my manners, I am Charlotte Olivia, the chief operation officer.” “Nice to meet you, Ms. Olivia; I am Anaïs Iluak.” “Come on, no need to introduce yourself. You are the hottest topic right now so definitely I know who you are.” Olivia replied with a cheeky grin.

Olivia looked at Soloman and said, "It's too painful; I can't stand it. I want to use my blood to break it." She then turned to Oliver, "Oliver, you should try it too. How can you endure this pain for ten days to half a month? And Mr. Soloman is Mr. Gabe's senior. Mr. Gabe is the mystic employed by Harper Entertainment, not some fraud." Oliver looked up to see Joey subtly shaking his head at him. He then said, "You go first. I'll think about it." Olivia resolutely took the fruit knife from the table, cut a small incision on her finger, and squeezed a few drops of blood onto the center of the compass.

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.”

But what Olivia didn’t know— What she couldn’t see— Was the small black camera hidden inside her chandelier. Streaming. Recording. Broadcasting her every move to a private server registered under one name: Mia Williams.

Keeping them outside and away was Olivia’s number one priority. Alexandra looked at the other woman, stunned at her beauty. Yeah, she’d known that Olivia Foreman, formerly Olivia Jameson, was an ex-model. She’d seen Liv’s photos plastered across men’s magazine covers, and she’d also read about the horrific attack that had unceremoniously ended that career.