All American Olivia Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a disharmonious female voice broke the dreamy atmosphere in the air. “Mr. York! You really shouldn’t be asking her for a dance!” Olivia strutted over on her limited edition heels as she glanced at Melanie in disdain. “Who are you?” Leo was displeased. “Who are you to dictate who I dance with?” “It doesn’t matter who I am. You’ll understand why once I explain my reasons to you,” Olivia said with a wave of her hand. Someone behind her stepped forward, and handed her a small remote control. Olivia posed flamboyantly as she pressed a button on the remote control. A news report flashed onto the big screen, drawing everyone’s attention to the photos featured on it.

Later they'd watch TV with Mae while Mom made dinner and pretended to scold him for teaching her "dangerous things." He'd prepared her for everything except losing him. He will never see her shift. Never meet Yara. Never watch her run through the forest under the moonlight. Trisha helped her out of the bath and wrapped her in a soft towel. She dried Olivia's hair, applied light makeup, and led her to the walk-in closet. Most of the dresses were light blue. Paula’s favorite colour. Olivia frowned. Is that why they're all blue? "Why are they all the same?" She turned to Trisha.

Olivia crossed the room and set one of the two flutes of sparkling juice down before lowering herself into one of the two guest chairs. "Thanks. How's the jet lag?" Noemi picked up her glass and sipped. "I am so tired." Olivia slumped in her seat. They sipped their juice for a moment, both openly studying the other. Olivia was a pretty girl with sun streaked blonde hair, freckles and tanned skin that spoke of a lot of time spent outdoors. She was that type who didn't need to wear a bit of make-up to look gorgeous either. Scarlett had mentioned Olivia's backpacking all over the place and she looked the part from her worn, slip-on shoes to the jeans worn through with holes Noemi doubted had be

Her dark hair was pulled back badly, and her eyes moved constantly toward sounds outside the apartment. Behind her, Allie’s home looked disturbed. Drawers opened. Cushions removed. Picture frames placed on the floor. Olivia spoke directly into the camera. “Allie wants everyone to believe she is the victim.” I turned up the volume despite Nadia’s warning. “She took everything from me,” Olivia continued. “My sponsors. My career. My name.” Comments moved rapidly beside the stream. Some viewers told her to leave. Others encouraged her. A few asked whether Logan was there.

“Pheebs, it’s almost time. Let’s go.” Olivia put her phone aside when she heard Jennie calling her. She wheeled her suitcase and walked out. “Okay. Let’s go.” “You’re just taking one suitcase?” Olivia nodded. “I don’t need that much.” Downstairs, Jennie asked casually, “Pheebs, which city do you live in back in your home country?” Olivia hesitated and said, “Ocean City.” “Ocean City…” Jennie looked up and pondered as she said, “Ocean City seems to have a lot of rich people, and many issues have happened there recently.”

People were going to think that I am a hypocritical person! Olivia then approached me and told me to drink the lemon water that she had preparred. I immediately asked her whether anyone was gossiping about me from last night while drinking the lemon water. Even though I did not want to drink what she made, I still did as it really made me feel better. At least that brat was good for something. Instead of answering me directly, Olivia looked at a corner, covered her mouth with her hand while her eyes started popping out! She looked like I had committed a crime or something. Her reaction to my question baffled me! What was she hiding?

Olivia could not hold back her tears anymore and burst into tears, "Mom, What will I do? Who will I ask for money from? Dad, why aren't you with us? I can't figure out what to do." "God please help me." Then when Laila came to her mind, "No no, she has already done a lot for us. She will get a lot of money from me how can ask her again. Moreover, she is now at her grandparent's home in Washington DC. Just then a call brought her out of her thought, she saw Rohan's call, ''Hello Olivia, Where are you? do you have dinner? what did the doctor say," Rohan was very anxious at the thought of Olivia?

Olivia: I know I'm beautiful, but no Olivia: The only photo you'd receive from me right now is a feet pic, and you wouldn't want to die with my feet as the last thing you watch, right? Unknown Number: no Unknown Number: i wouldnt want that Olivia: Exactly Olivia: So don't die Olivia: You can stare and be amazed at my beauty when we meet Unknown Number: that sounds good Olivia: I'm at my car, and I'll be there in less than ten Unknown Number: be careful Olivia: I'll be more than you, that's for sure Unknown Number: im sorry Olivia: I know Unknown Number: im rly sorry Olivia: I know it's okay. I'm not mad or sad anymore, alright?

She quickly leaves Marvin's side and goes over to her parents and Collin. Olivia drops her head to keep it from spinning out of control. In disbelief at this situation, she hurries, short of running to her parents, who are talking with Collin. "Good evening, Collin. Mother and father." Olivia says, smiling, trying to look unbothered. "Mr. Halston, this is my beautiful daughter Olivia." Her father says, putting his arm around Olivia's shoulders. " Darling, he tells us that you two are friends that met in America."

Kill me now! “Hey Ames you’re in the front with me.” Olivia says as she checks her make up in the mirror. Seriously, why does she need to even wear that stuff? She is the epitome of beauty. Unlike me the guys all but bow down to her. She just never gives them the time of day. I climb in grabbing the ‘oh shit’ handle to help boost myself up.