Olivia Pokémon

Prequel: Men Of Manhattan #0.5. Mark has loved Olivia since he was thirteen, but he has never allowed himself to think about the possibility of declaring his love and destroying their friendship. The idea that Livie sees him as something more than her neighbor and her overweight and myopic best friend has never crossed his mind. So imagine his surprise when an event changes his luck completely, but... Will it last? Or was it all a game for her?

Olivia Rawles. 20 year old woman who has life is far from perfect. Become a victim of bullying, an orphan, and have to work hard to make ends meet. No one ever wanted to approach Olivia, for various reasons that were always brought up by those around her. One day, a tragic accident that befell Olivia is able to change her life. Olivia wakes up in the body of a 16 year old girl. Olivia's new life begins. Now, he has to live life as a pre-teen girl named Celine Angelista. Back to school. His life now is much easier than his previous life. He no longer needs to bother making money, because he is reborn in a rich and harmonious family. All the family affection, and everyone's attention was on him. Only to an Olivia who became Celine, the child from a family of officials. Not to mention, Olivia must be involved with an ex-boyfriend Celine who is still crazy about Celine.

Olivia Ricci is the daughter of a wealthy business man who imports exotic flowers or at least that’s what she has been led to believe.Her parents are too strict with her and have forbidden her to date anyone. That’s until Stefan Corvino comes along, an arrogant and mysterious man who sweeps her off her feet. For some reason Olivia ignores, her parents do everything Stefan says; they even let him date their daughter.Olivia has no idea who this man is or why does he has such power over her family. All she knows is how attracted she feels to him, but she is going to find out the truth and what’s Stefan connection to her family’s obscure business to decide if she can love him or not.

From the moment I watched my parents and my pack members being murdered by the heartless and brutal Alpha Jethro, my life has been ignited by only one purpose which was revenge. I have trained for years leading a group of Rogues who also shared the same hatred for my worst enemy Jethro. Now the time of vengeance was finally here, with my attack well planned out but things took a drastic turn when I found myself helpless and at the mercy of Alpha Jethro, about to be executed. I was bailed out by Alpha Jethro's son Derrick, why was he saving me? I had no idea but I was grateful now I have to serve as a maid in my enemy's shield. As my plan for attack collided with new found love for Derrick,I was faced with the ultimate test. Can I kill the man who destroyed my pack and my family, even if it will be at the expense of losing the one who saved my life? My name is Olivia Rayman and this is my story of vengeance, love and hope of redemption.

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

Carlos is a mature man, arrogant, and very sure of himself. Sara, an immature young girl, brave ... but very troublesome. She is just a big inconvenience to him. He is too overbearing and controlling for her. What is the boundary between respect and tolerance? To what extent can two people so different be able to support each other without mistreating each other? Would you trade your ideals and convictions for someone you don't know and who you can't even trust?