All American Olivia Novels & Stories

Laura asks me. Hearing my name takes me out of my self-absorption. But before I can answer, Miranda talks again. “No, she’s with me,” she says with a childish voice. “I know, but I meant with a guy. I heard you’ve been dating Sam Molina,” says Laura. I freeze, not knowing what to say. I wish I could erase everything related to Sam from my life, including his brother looking at me so insistently right now. “Olivia and Sam? No way! Olivia is dating a guy waaay hotter than Sam,” Miranda says. “Sam’s nothing compared to the hottie she’s going out with.”

"Me... Me? I didn't bump into you, you bumped into me!" Olivia anger rose even more. First it was Rachel, stealing her man, and then Lana... The same Lana who she literally brought up in the acting world, was now talking back at her? This was the most craziest week she had ever had. " Did you just talk back at me?" Olivia asked in disbelief. That was when Lana realized who she was talking to. Olivia Sangria... The number one actress in the whole country. She could easily destroy her acting career with just one complain.

Despite his complaints about Americans, Oliver's own mixed heritage was evident in his Western features-dark hair and eyes contrasting with his fair complexion. Noticing my absorption with the tablet, he leaned forward curiously. "Since when do you follow social media, Marcus? Found some internet celebrity? Sounds like a woman—is she pretty? Let me see." I immediately shut off the screen, tucking the tablet away. Nobody could see Anna's video. She was my deepest vulnerability, the weakness I couldn't afford to expose. "So secretive," Oliver smirked suggestively. "I follow several gorgeous European socialites. Want an introduction? Several have been asking about you."

“Newsflash, I am still Mrs. Blackwood. You? You’re a distraction. A mistake he’ll eventually erase.” Allison moved in front of me, her voice low but firm. “Enough. Walk away.” But Olivia wasn’t done. She leaned in, so close I could smell her perfume, expensive, cloying, suffocating. “You’re nothing but entertainment, Jacqueline. And when he gets tired of you, you’ll be discarded like the others.” She pulled back with a cruel smirk, turned on her heel, and walked out as if she hadn’t just detonated a bomb in the middle of the boutique.

“It was definitely Mr. Liam who covered you.” Olívia bit her lower lip, surprised. “It’s true… who else could it have been?” she murmured, awkwardly. Then she tried to force a smile and changed the subject. “I don’t even know if I’ll be able to eat… I’m allergic to a few things.” The woman smiled faintly. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Olívia. Everything here was prepared by the nutritionist. Mr. Liam is allergic too.” Olívia lifted her eyes.

Olivia said surprising us and Paris rolled her eyes. I groaned, "Your asses better not make me cry I swear.." Olivia hugged me and I did too, I held on a bit longer and she laughed, "hey guys I'm the.. uhh.. okay I'm Olivia..and Amora I recently became very close, which I'm not complaining about because she's amazing.. I just want to say I've never met a more giving person than you, You're always smiles through anything and you love wholeheartedly. I am happy for you genuinely and I love you kid. Now, lets have more fun and Luna should stop drinking now..."

Jase is the one who is driving while I and Olivia sat in the backseat, and they actually make a great team on teasing me. Olivia wears an above-the-knee yellow knife-pleated skirt which revealed her white long sexy legs and a black crop top she topped with a blazer. She has a long dazzling earring and she tied her blonde hair in a ponytail. She’s tall and her outfit suits her. Olivia can literally pass the standard of being a Barbie doll. I just wore a red mini tube dress that I also topped with a black blazer and paired with pointed high heel shoes. I smelled the aromatic scent of sauvage cologne in the car and saw Jase spraying some of it to himself.

she whispered. "What the fuck!" I screamed, the orange juice in my glass sloshing dangerously close to the rim. "Olivia!" "Wait," Becca leaned in, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. "What do you mean? How is it horrible? He’s a champion polo player!" Olivia sighed, clasping her hands tightly in her lap, her boho-chic rings clicking together. "His dick is small," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "And I... I never cum. Ever. It’s just five minutes of nothing and then he falls asleep."

she said sweetly "Thanks" I had on a simple white sleeveless blouse and dark pair of jeans. Olivia was an orphan, she grew up doing everything for herself without much help from anyone. She was probably the nicest and strongest person i have ever met. She was also the smartest. She got a full ride scholarship to go to this university. I wrapped my arms around her small shoulders as we walked and asked "what do you want to eat? My treat" "I am craving Mexican" she said smiling

Now that she knew her true nature, Amelia had a strong feeling Solana was plotting something new. “Sis!” Amelia and Mia turned toward the voice and saw Olivia approaching. Both of them frowned when they noticed Olivia’s outfit. She was wearing a simple yellow dress; her usually curly hair was now straight, and her makeup was light. Mia immediately whispered, looking at Olivia with disgust. “Is that your dress? Is she copying your style and the way you fix yourself? This is the first time I’ve seen her hair not curly and without red lipstick.” She had to whisper because she couldn’t use a mind link with Amelia, since Amelia was wolfless.