Olivia Omb Novels & Stories

She was dressed casually, jeans and a sweater but still looked too perfect for this place. Her smile was polite when she spotted me. “Hi. You must be River. Elliot told me a lot. I’m Luciana.” I nodded. “Nice to meet you.” She looked around, clearly trying to place herself. “Your family... is big.” “It gets louder too.” Olivia stepped out with the same confident walk. Same calm eyes. She looked more beautiful since the last time Daniel and I had seen her at that conference. “River,” she said, her voice warm. “You’re looking better than the last time I saw you.”

Talk to you later. [Olivia] 💦

My stomach burns with rage, Romano is a monster. “Shut up! You don’t know what you are talking about. Olivia is an innocent girl, she would never deceive me or do anything behind my back, she is just a victim of our wickedness, but she is nothing like us or her father, she is good,” Stefan defends me.

Olivia: Of you? Olivia: Why would I be? Masked Number: Mia Castro.

Hillary continued scathingly. “What is this all about you and Mark? God!” Olivia exploded “I wish there were more people like him in the world, or at least in this place, you know why? Because of attitudes like yours, I'd rather be with Mark a thousand times than spend a minute with any of you!” She continued looking at Hillary and Cindy, "You guys are the worst! Mark didn’thing to you!” Without giving them time to answer, she took my hand to get us away from those idiots. “Do you know what’s the worst?” We heard Daniel ask “That at no point did Liv's pet defend himself! We already know who’s the bitch in the relationship.” He laughed.

she whispered. "What the fuck!" I screamed, the orange juice in my glass sloshing dangerously close to the rim. "Olivia!" "Wait," Becca leaned in, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. "What do you mean? How is it horrible? He’s a champion polo player!" Olivia sighed, clasping her hands tightly in her lap, her boho-chic rings clicking together. "His dick is small," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "And I... I never cum. Ever. It’s just five minutes of nothing and then he falls asleep."

(Olga) Shit!

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.

Valor smirked. “Yeah, right. We knew who that person was.” He bumped in, sibilating every word he said. “It was Edom, right, Lady Olivia Norton?” He asked ferociously. Olive felt her hand tremble, but she managed to ignore it. “But how did that bastard get my granddaughter’s number? Hmm?” Valor reached the ceramic jar on his table and wiped it clean. Olive grinned her teeth, trying to rack her mind for the right words to say. She flinched when Valor spoke again.