All American Olivia Novels & Stories

Yusa wanted to laugh because Olivia's parents were so stupid. They don't know the real facts that Olivia didn't even graduate from college because she was in a DO because she was in arrears on her tuition fees and ended up only working as a cashier at a minimarket, but Olivia's office-like style made Mrs. Sani and Mr. Juki easy to trick.

“Luca Rivera. Charged with kidnapping Elliott Hale. We have a witness statement. Video evidence of the altercation in front of the Hale estate. The bride’s testimony. It’s pretty airtight.” “I didn’t kidnap him,” I say, voice hoarse. “He came to me. He wanted to leave.” She shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. His family says you’ve been manipulating him for years. That you’ve been a dangerous influence. And right now? Public opinion’s on their side.” I laugh. A short, bitter thing. “So I’m guilty because I don’t have a last name that opens bank vaults.” She doesn’t answer. Just leaves.

" This fashion show is a big deal for me and my company, soo many investors would be present." " Well I am glad that you are doing well for yourself my dear " Grandma Gloria commented " Thank you " Olivia replied and then faced Jason. " so I heard that you are working on your first movie " she said to him " Ah yes.....my first time playing the lead role " he replied her and then asked. " How did you know about this?" Olivia shrugged her shoulders in response. " Well what can I say?.. . I have my ways besides news fly faster than you think." She replied but then immediately laughed. " I'm kidding, Aiden told me about it " she added

The cough didn't stop and Olivia quickly help her with the water. " Perhaps you put curry ?" She asks, still coughing. " Yes, I did" " What happened ?" I asked. " I'm allergic to curry" She blurted out and I could see the fear in Olivia's eyes. " I didn't know" She sounded weak. " I'm just joking" She bursted into laughter. "Wow!, You guy's actually fall for my trick?" She stopped laughing when she noticed we weren't joining her. " You scared her!" I yelled out angrily.

Oliver was very oblivious to what I noticed. I just decided to shrug it off and look forward to the anticipated fun of today. So I'm presently touching up my face for the show tonight, while Oliver is already fully dressed and sitting on the bed waiting for me, as he looked through his phone. He looked really eidible tonight. He always did though, but the casual jeans and Denim jacket he wore tonight made him look bad ass. And his hair came falling down his face, looking slightly wet, showing he just came out of shower.

I have never been to this part of Los Angeles. We got to a door numbered 77. Olivia knocked and the door swung open. A little girl appeared, She can't be a day older than four. The little girl hugged Olivia. She's very cute and tiny. "Mum, you came," The girl said. I was shocked, Olivia has a daughter? How come she never told me? I'm hurt. "She's your daughter?" I asked Olivia who bent down to pick the little girl up. "This is Claire, Amanda's daughter. She's my goddaughter" Olivia replied giving the little girl a peck on her cheek.

Olivia's POV The morning sunlight streamed into my office as I stared at my phone, scrolling through the headlines and comments popping up across my feed. Despite the warmth in the room, I felt a chill as I doomscrolled, each one more cutting than the last. “TOP 5 WAYS TO ATTRACT AN ALPHA – LESSONS FROM LUNA LIV!” “ALPHA POWER COUPLE HOSTS CARNIVAL OF DRAMA.” "OLIVIA HARTWYN: LUNA IN NAME ONLY?”

My phone was with Olivia since she wanted me to focus on the event because it would have what America wanted if she was here. “Zion.” Olivia approaches me while I was talking to a few guests. I smiled to them to be polite, “Excuse me.” I say before turning to Olivia and walked her away from my guests as we walked to the corner. “Has Diana texted?” I asked nervously. “Where’s America? She nods, “America is at home.” I felt relieved that she is safe at home. Olivia continues, “She’s been asleep since this morning that’s why she wasn’t able to answer our calls and messages.”

Olivia’s name echoed from cafés to fashion magazine offices, from corporate boardrooms to international circles—helped in no small part by her brother Oscar, a renowned magnate in America. Yet elsewhere in the city, two people reacted very differently to the news. Bella gripped her coffee cup so hard it nearly shattered. Her face turned pale, her eyes burning with hatred. "No… impossible! She dares appear at Asian Fashion Week? And with guests from America? Does she intend to become a world-class designer? That’s my stage! It should be me shining there, not her!" David Anderson, sitting opposite, remained silent. His eyes were fixed on the tablet screen displaying Olivia, dressed simply, yet

My heart pounded so hard I thought I’d throw up. One of the girls in our group — tall, black hair tied in a braid — was chosen first. Her number flashed red on her uniform: 0335. She stepped onto the platform, trembling so badly she almost missed her footing. The Game Master cooed, “Now, now, contestant 0335, no need to be shy! Show us your grace!” The metallic wall came alive with a grinding roar, slowly sliding forward. The shape glowing on it looked almost doable, arms stretched to the side, one leg bent.