Waking Olivia Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE *rosapearl* Olivia POV Olivia Smith woke up to the sound of the alarm, she open her eyes slowly, her eyes lid was heavy, she did not sleep properly throughout the night. She was preparing for the new semester. she went to open her window like a normal routine to let see how beautiful the day is. " good morning beautiful world," she said she looked into the mirror and scrunched up her bob nose before walking towards the shower to take her bath singing with her angelic voice perfect by ed Sheeran.

I was buffing the last spot on the mahogany when I heard the soft, hesitant scuff of feet on the floorboards. I turned. Olivia was standing in the doorway. She was wrapped in one of my oversized white dress shirts, the hem hitting her mid-thigh. Her hair was a wild, dark tangle, and her eyes were wide, blinking against the morning light. She looked small, fragile, and utterly haunted by the memories of the rooms I had just finished cleaning. "Adrian?" she whispered, her voice a cracked, tiny thing. "I heard voices. Is... is someone here?"

“Instead of threatening to throw a knife at me just so I'd walk with you to get drunk.” “Oliver, that doesn't mean you can't at least pretend to be decent and enjoy being here.” Keyleth whined, tugging the cowl of her hood up. I snorted. “I can't pretend to be something I'm not.” An onyx-eyed female wolven was suddenly inches away from me. The pale skin of her breasts pushed up and almost out of the cloth that struggled to keep them in place. She pulled her bottom lips in, revealing the sharp edge of one of her fangs, her eyes roaming over me. Shoving another growl down my throat, I watched her approach me, her fingertips inches away from my face. Her jet black hair fell in waves to her shou

Slandered my name, stole from me, got me locked up while claiming it was for my good, pretending to be the caring boyfriend, and all while still with Dawn on his arm. “Yeah, I’m ready,” I say and we walk over to him, purposely being stealthy. Somehow sensing us, Kirk looks up. His jaw drops as he does a double-take. “Olivia…W-what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be…” “Drooling on myself in some mental institution?” I finish for him. “No thanks to you, I proved I’m not insane and my friends aren’t delusions.” “Your notebook was full of crazy shit. Just because they are not delusions doesn’t mean you’re not crazy.”

Olivia's POV The morning sunlight streamed into my office as I stared at my phone, scrolling through the headlines and comments popping up across my feed. Despite the warmth in the room, I felt a chill as I doomscrolled, each one more cutting than the last. “TOP 5 WAYS TO ATTRACT AN ALPHA – LESSONS FROM LUNA LIV!” “ALPHA POWER COUPLE HOSTS CARNIVAL OF DRAMA.” "OLIVIA HARTWYN: LUNA IN NAME ONLY?”

He ranted on immediately they found the concrete slab. "I don't know," was Olivia's reply as she closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, "I want to sleep, don't wake me up!" as she drifted into sleep. "Didn't you sleep at all at home?" "No." And like that lunch break and their next period came and went, until she woke up to the grumbling of Joseph's stomach. Olivia felt a lot refreshed as she regained her awareness of the surroundings. They were on the rooftop and she squeezed her face wondering why she wasn't feeling any heat from the sun on her eyes.

That night, Olivia was alone in the master bedroom, except for Daniel who was fast asleep in his room. Olivia tried to sleep, but a soft scratching sound from outside the window woke her up. She shuddered. Suddenly, the television in her room turned on by itself, displaying a blank screen. Then, blinking white text appeared on the black screen: "I WILL NEVER DIE. YOU WILL FOLLOW." A scream nearly escaped Olivia's throat. She unplugged the TV cable with trembling hands, then grabbed her phone, trying to call David. The network was gone. When she turned around, standing in the bathroom doorway, was a figure that made her blood freeze. A tall female figure in a dirty white dress, long black hai

the officer pressed. Dennis shook his head slowly, his voice raw and uneven. "She was calm. Everything seemed normal." At that moment, his assistant stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. "Mr. Malcolm, you should look at your wife's Instagram account." Dennis fumbled to unlock his phone, logging in hastily. The most recent post greeted him like a slap to the face. [Five years of dreaming. Time to wake up. The truth is yours to uncover. —Tracy.]

When he stood in front of him, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Hailey… Is it really you?" That was when I smiled and reached out my hand, "I think you've got the wrong person, Signorino Ian. My name is Willow Linetti, and I'm in charge of Wilco Real Estate." Ian shook my head. His hand felt cold, and it was trembling as he stared right into my eyes, trying to find any sign of me lying, "You're really not Hailey Salvatore?" "You really do like to kid around." I pulled my hand away from his.

A breath of damp, old air rolled upward, carrying the smell of stone, metal, and something older… almost metallic. The house groaned. Her phone buzzed. She yanked it out, hands shaking, and saw a new message. Unknown number. Timestamp 03:43 AM. A video file. She didn’t want to play it. But her thumb tapped before her mind could stop it. The video opened. Darkness. A single candle. A room that looked like a basement. A stone floor. And in the center, Olivia. Her heart plummeted. She was wearing a white shift dress, soaked at the hem. Her hair hung loose and wild down her back. Her eyes were open wide, but empty, like someone had scooped her soul out.