All American Olivia Novels & Stories

“You don’t have that scar here. Was it because of the lip piercing?” “Not from the piercing. No.” He chuckled and shook his head, “I’ll tell you someday, Doll.” “Will you wear a leather jacket for me?” I asked, batting my lashes. He flicked my forehead without giving me an answer. Party-pooper. I looked at the other picture and paused. “She is beautiful,” I muttered, seeing Olivia’s face holding baby Caleb in her arms. She was American, with dark brown hair and darker eyes. Her cheeks were rosy pink, and a diamond glinted on her left hand.

Chapter one Olivia (POV) Hey, my name is Olivia Russo I'm 21. I grew up with 6 older overprotective brothers and an overprotective dad which I still call Daddy. My mother died when I was still very so I never knew her. For the last three years, I've lived in New York with my abusive boyfriend Bash. In the beginning, when I meet him in high school, he was nice and sweet the best guy I've ever met but after we left school and I moved in with him he showed his true colors.

The cab driver asked as Olivia began lifting the heavy bags out of the trunk. " No, it's fine. Here's your money." Olivia handed him some cash with her free hand before lifting all the bags with a grunt and heading inside. ~ ~ ~ Olivia leaned against the wall and released a sigh. She had been working nonstop since she got back and her body was aching all over. She continued scrubbing the edges of the living room carpet till she was sure it was clean. She took the bucket beside her and dumped the dirty water in the bathroom sink.

Ohhh her journal I couldn't he'll myself, I read through a page "Adam is at it again, doesn't he know the walls are too thin. Every single night he has someone new. I mean sex can't be that goof. I wonder who my first time will be with. Heck I wonder who my first kiss will be with" She's not even had her first kiss? Why am I smiling right now? The idea of someone else tasting her doesn't sit right with me at all. And she's not even mine. I don't even know her name. It'll all work out in the end. And I must have her. With that thought, I leave her room. Leaving the rose and journal beh

The idealized, fantasy woman, that is. But when his friend Dean Jessop had gotten together with Emma Cartwright, it had brought Olivia into Dallas’ life; for real, in the flesh. And from the word go, Olivia had been a surprise to Dallas. He’d had years of experience dealing with celebrities, and she was hands-down the most down-to-earth, toughest, kindest famous person he’d ever met or dealt with.

I didn’t want to admit it to myself that we had spent an hour digging only to discover anything that was not human remains. “Bring him here.” I said to Stan and started pacing in the dirt. The man would tell us what is it was that we were supposed to be looking at. My phone vibrated again. It was Anna again. “What is it? I’m busy.” I barked into the phone. “Olivia is gone.” Anna said from the other side of the line. I felt my bones chill into Ice. “What do you mean she’s gone?” my mind raced in all different directions.

Olivia’s POV I was dressed in a black fitted dress that clung to my curves, accentuating my shape and highlighting my figure. My red wavy hair was let loose on my shoulders, and a little makeup was applied to my face. I wore silver heels that matched my purse. Standing before the mirror, I couldn’t help but admire myself. I looked stunningly beautiful and couldn’t remember the last time I’d dressed this beautifully and expensively. A small smile appeared on my face as I wondered how Alpha Enzo would react when he saw me. I bet he would not be able to take his eyes off me. For some reason, I began blushing, but quickly, I reminded myself that this was a man I was supposed to be thinking of ki

Glen replied. As Dean started whipping the eggs with milk, he wondered when they’d hear something from the kidnapper. When and how they would get proof of life? Would a picture appear via a text message on Olivia or Dean’s phone? Had the caller been authentic? Maybe it really was a hoax, but if so, what had happened to Eli? If he focused on them, he’d go insane. The eggs were in the pan when Olivia arrived downstairs. She’d showered and changed her clothes and her hair was neatly tied back in a bun. She wore a pair of jeans and a white blouse with a smart camel-colored blazer. She looked strong and in control.

I had personally ordered Gloria to get that . Unlike the last time, Olivia was wearing earrings; a pair of short diamond earrings. Her nails had been perfectly manicured and polished with lailac nail polish. They were averagely long. I soon realized that her earrings had a set of expensive rings which she wore. Gloria should definitely be awarded for being the best make-up artist that ever lived. Olivia was pretty, she looked even prettier on our date but right here, before me; was the prettiest version of Olivia I had ever seen.

She said smiling at her friend. "What are friends for, I am glad to be of help." Deborah shrieked with excitement and hugged her friend. "You know it's for free right, we can't afford to pay you." "And here I was thinking I just got a million-dollar contract," Mia said, pretending to be shocked. Deborah grabbed a pillow and hit her and they both laughed. "I know Debbie I will do it for free, I love that your foundation is for humanity, that's the only way I can contribute to it."