All American Olivia Novels & Stories

They have experienced that for so long and they know, Allen does everything to make Anna stay with him even if she hated that. "I know that you are sad and angry at what happened, but as we told you before, no matter what you do. you can never make Allen come to you leaving Anna. you are here only for a few days so you don't know anything but we have been here for so long that we know about his craziness over Anna! you can even make Anna leave him but you can never make Allen leave her!" Olivia said as she is heartbroken too, but she is feeling better now because she accepted her life and ended her one side love for Allen, as she knows for sure that Allen will never choose her. She started t

Even so, deep down in Olivia's heart, she was expecting a miracle from God. "I leave it all with you, Lord." ***

Talk to you later. [Olivia] 💦

Olivia said while Grabbing the sides of her head and then sliding fingers down the cheeks, "Okay, let's go. I am in." I wrapped my arms around myself and led towards my bedroom and picked up a white sweatshirt and black jeans and my favourite white sneakers. I pulled my dark brown hair into one French braid. I only put on Babylips lip balm. I prefer my face makeup-free; it doesn't need any makeup. I grabbed my backpack and placed my credit card into it and reached out to the living room. Olivia is lying on one of the couches in the living room watching a random movie while munching chips. She is in blue jeans with a yellow tank top and a denim jacket over it. Her black hair is in a ponytail.

the room choruses, glasses clinking. I somehow manage to stand, to smile, to accept handshakes and kisses on the cheek from strangers who think they're witnessing something beautiful. But Olivia... Olivia looks like she's been slapped. Her face is pale, her eyes blazing with all fury that makes me want to shield her from her father, from this room, from the world. "Isn't this wonderful?" Mrs. Hartford gushes, pulling Olivia into a hug. "When's the wedding?" "We haven't..." Olivia starts, but her voice cracks.

Ava God, where do I even start with that mess? Me, Oliava Carter, yeah, that was my name and everyone called me Ava and called my sister Olivia Liv, even her name was better than mine, everyone called me that , like I was some shiny package deal, the perfect twin, the one who was supposed to have it all figured out. But let's get real, I had been choking on that label since we were kids, and then? Then I was sitting there in that stupid coffee shop in the middle of nowhere, stirring a latte that had gone cold because my brain wouldn't shut up about her. Olivia. Liv. My sister. The one person who was supposed to get me, no matter what, and instead she stole everything and acted like butter wo

Emma “She’s fucking cheating with a younger guy? I always knew she’s a slut. I always knew,” Olivia ranted, her voice laced with deep satisfaction. “Oh, karma is beautiful. I swear, it’s so beautiful.” “I’m still in shock. I mean, I knew she was a terrible person, but to do that to Trevor? Right out in the open? That's ew. It’s a shameless act and now I don’t know what to do.” “Who cares about that scum? He chose his path when he married her,” Olivia scoffed loudly. “But wait, tell me you took a picture. Please tell me you have a video of them eating each other's faces in public.”

“I’ll be back. Until then, be an awesome Luna and lead your pack. You’ll do great.” I sniffled and wiped my tears. “You really are awesome.” I replied. Olivia whipped her short hair over her shoulder dramatically. “I know, I’m such a fucking Dalai Lama.” She joked. “Same wisdom, just more swear words.” I giggled while Olivia nodded to Alessandro. “You take care of her.” She said. Alessandro nodded. “I will.” Something glittered in Olivia’s eyes. “Oh I know you will.” She said. “If you don’t, I’ll shave your eyebrows off and tell everyone that wants to listen that you have a wiener the size of a peeled crayfish, is that clear?”

OLIVIA'S POV "I… I don't understand," she finally stuttered, her voice shaking, her eyes darting from me to Kellan in utter confusion. "This… this is some kind of mistake, right? Olivia can't be here. She's… she's dead." I took another step closer, my voice so cool and level, whereas inside, all hell was breaking loose. "No, Sharon. I'm very much alive.” Her eyes grew wide as she began to freeze with the weight my words burdened her with. Her mouth popped open to say her peace, and I afforded her none.

Olive opened her eyes and let out her breath. After lying in bed for a while, she picked up her phone and looked at the time. It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. Olive stopped staying in bed, pulled on a coat, and got out of bed. Olive was brushing her teeth when her cell phone rang again. She freed her hand and slid down the screen and answered it directly. Abigail first said, "Damn it, I just met my high school classmate. I haven't put on makeup yet. I'm so embarrassed!"