Aaron Morris And Olive Novel Novels & Stories

I didn’t even have the time to stop myself as Max pushed me to go to her room. I knocked, no reply. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. I gasped at the sight before me. Olivia was naked, sweating, fingers in her slick hole. Her scent invaded my senses. I couldn’t think. I entered her room fully. Locked the door. She didn’t move. She had some kind of confidence now, I knew it was because of the heat. I stood by the door. Our eyes locked, filled with heat. She dipped fingers back. As if calling me. My member twitched, ached at the sight of my mate. Olivia tilted her head back and moaned. My eyes flared.

She glanced at me again, not knowing, this is just the beginning of her nightmare, I watched as she started to dig, her every attempt was horrible, each time she pushed the shovel into the sand, she will fall to the ground by just trying to pick it up. It amazes me, just how much she can take before she breaks. I inched toward her and I pulled the shovel from the ground. “Push..stomp your feet on it, then pull.” Olive stared at me with teary eyes. “I’m sorry.” I didn’t want to hear it, she can’t be this weak, she can’t break down when I have barely done anything to even break her. I didn’t spare her a glance. She didn’t beg anymore.

I was their only child, Olivia Rayman the apple of their eyes, I could say I was born with a silver spoon, I had everything I wanted and life was like a bed of roses. Our pack was peaceful and running smoothly, until that one night, the night that changed it all the night that will forever be seared in my memory. I was ten years old hiding behind the large table situated in our grand dining hall. I held onto my mother's necklace a charm she said was going to protect me. The scent of blood and death was thick in the air colliding with the scream and cries of my pack members. The invaders had taken us unaware, led by the ruthless and brutal Alpha in existence Alpha Jethro of the Firestorm pack

Olivia quickly unlocked the door and locked it behind them just as fast. “Well, I’m fresh out of horses right now, so a cookie before bed will have to do.” She said, catching her breath. “Up stairs and get your P.Js on and then you get your reward.” Eli headed upstair. Olivia went to the bay window and looked in the direction they had come. Was it a trick of her imagination or had somebody been following them? A distant dog bark sent a shiver down her spine. If there had been somebody out there, it was possible it was Wayne drunk and being stupid and not really intending any harm.

My steps faltered, my eyes narrowing instinctively. There, under the sprawling oak tree, was Olivia. She was asleep, her body curled up on the soft grass, a book lying forgotten beside her. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting delicate patterns on her face. Her ash-blonde hair glimmered with streaks of gold, scattered haphazardly across her flushed cheeks. Her lashes, long and dark, rested softly against her pale skin, and her lips—slightly parted—betrayed the hint of a sigh.

But I knew better than to show it. But just as I was bringing out the last batch, alpha Morrison came in with Leah and his beta, Gunther. "There she is, dad. Make her, tell her to give them back to me," she says, crying, making everyone turn, looking at him in shock. Alpha's gaze on me was deadly, filled with disappointment. He sighs, closes his eyes, and nods to his beta, gesturing for him to grab me. "I always knew you were a disgrace, Olivia. How could you steal from my soon-to-be daughter-in-law?" he says, making me confused. His beta grabs my hand and pulls me away.

When picking up the last thing, Olive suggested, "In that case, shall we use the two toilets in the house separately? I'll get my things out later. " Liam only raised his eyes and did not speak to her. Olive thought he was acquiesced and went out. She went to the bathroom to pick up her toiletries, and she went back to her new room. She was busy moving things and didn't pay much attention to it, but now Olive smelled that there was really a smell in the room. But it didn't smell bad. It was the smell of fire-free aromatherapy used by Alice. ‘It seems that the young man can't stand the smell?’

Breanna blurted out before laughing to herself. Clearing my throat, I wrapped my arm around Olivia’s waist tightly and raised my voice. “Meet my girlfriend and baby mama, Olivia Jamerson.” “You’re serious? What the f*cking hell is the matter with you, Joshua? Don’t you know who she is? Did your memory loss mess with your head? She’s Outcast Olive!” Breanna yelled out in absolute fury as she stomped the floor.

Mrs Smith reminded the girls. Olive stood up from the bed, she planted a kiss on Iris’s forehead and the baby stirred, prying her eyes open. Her big-brown eyes stared at her mom before a bright smile enveloped her face. Olive smiled at her baby. “I’ll be back soon.” Iris laid her head back on Adam’s chest and the old man laughed. “I’m so scared of her falling off with this rigorous movement of hers.” Olive leaned back. “She couldn’t care less about falling off.” She strode out of the room with Lilian afterward.

Turning my phone off, I darted toward my bedroom. ~ Upon hearing what Olive declared, Elenore instantly went to her room. She called her boyfriend, the eldest son of the Johnson family, Jonathan. "Hi, babe! I have a piece of good news for you." John: "What is it, then?" Elenore took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and excitedly reported, "I don't have to marry that demon anymore. I told you that no one can separate us." On the other end of the line, Jonathan was curious to know how she made it. She dodged this death trap.