Olivia Omb Novels & Stories

a gentle voice interrupted. Olivia turned to see a woman around Lily Bradford's age—maybe even younger—approaching them. She wore a genuine smile that could light up an entire room. Her heart almost stopped when suddenly the woman pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m Leanne Westmore. You must be Olivia, Lily had told me so much about you. We have the same eye color!”

He seemed to have to calm down a little. "You really didn't have to holler at O like that." Noah said. "No, she needs to stop ditching security." "Can I ask a question?" Nathan interrupted. "What?" Oliver glared at Nathan. "Who the hell was that?" he asked. "That was Ophelia, our sister." Oliver responded. "Why does your sister need security?" Brad asked. "She just does." Oliver snapped. Oliver quickly changed the subject, and we started playing video games. As much as I tried, I couldn't get that girl out of my head. She was beautiful.

Five meters from where he was, there was a large car laden with concrete that was going very fast. Olivia stopped right in the middle of the road. His hands were stretched out just like that with closed eyes. "It is time." Olivia muttered softly. The time Olivia meant was ... A car loaded with concrete is approaching Olivia. Ruthlessly crashing into the petite body of a twenty year old girl. Olivia was dragged along two hundred and fifty meters and then thrown when the car that hit her stopped because it went into a ravine. Olivia was thrown too, into the abyss. Steep ravine that has a height of about 300 meters above the surface of the asphalt road.

what is Olivia up too now? hope I tried???

Helena subconsciously asked, “Who is this other friend that you speak of?” Olivia laughed and said, “This friend of mine is a Russian oligarch, Aman Ramovic.” Helena had already learnt that Olivia intended to sell her off to Aman Ramovic from her two attendants. So, when she heard this, she was stunned in her heart. However, she tried her best to control her emotions, and she pretended to be surprised as she asked, “Olivia, when did you become friends with such a vulgar person?”

Elliot stepped forward, immediately getting the attention of the whole room. "A very good evening to everyone, I Elliot Elamite ask each and every one to give me your faith and I promise to deliver. Not just as a Prince but as a future Matriarch of our kind and of course I will not be alone in this," He looked behind him as he beckoned Olivia to step forward and take the place beside him, she looked angelic in her white strapless gown, thought Arianna. "Standing as my equal, my mate Olivia Harrington."

she says with a disapproved sigh. "That wouldn't be the first he's tried" I answer looking away from the drama scene and toward my grandparents talking with someone. Portia Oliver, she was one of Camila's lawyer, one of the few people who had access to anything Camila owned. Her father has been trying for years to get his hands on that money, he's taken enough but it seems it's never enough for him until he has everything. I was the beneficiary for anything Camila left behind, so there was no way Nick could bribe anyone to get anything from them, I was the only person with the go ahead.

I squint my eyes, trying to figure out how to escape this situation as Olivia trots toward me. Olivia has shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes. She is wearing a green floor-length designer gown with a deep plunging neckline at the front. I can't help but admire her tight body and perfect ass. She is a beautiful woman, that's for sure. But so damn annoying. "Sebastian, are you ignoring me again?" Olivia pouts. I tried to date her in the past but couldn't live past our first date. Olivia couldn't stop mentioning how good-looking she thought I was and how we were a perfect match because of it. And then she spent the second half of the date talking about herself.

I'm sorry that it is like this for us' Lilac whimpered. 'It's now not your fault, I'm comfortable you're my wolf' I tried to motivateolivia P.O.V

he commanded us before leaving, his tone leaving no room for argument. A short break came after, and Hunter also excused himself from the judges' table. The two men disappeared behind the stage, clearly off to handle the aftermath of the wardrobe malfunction. "Classic, that's how you get revenge on a bitch," Olivia said, confirming that she had orchestrated the entire humiliating incident. "How could you do something like this to someone?" I asked, flabbergasted by her ruthless behavior. My mind was racing with disbelief and a sense of moral outrage. "How? I told you, Lily. I'll do anything to stop anyone from pursuing my men. If you think I'm the bad guy, then you're mistaken. You don't kno