All American Olivia Novels & Stories

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.

I had always had my judgement around female friends being catty and backstabby, but that couldn’t be further from the truth with Oliva. She had two distinct sides. One was generous and over-the- top complimentary. She could make anyone feel like the most important person in the world. I had seen her do this when she made the whole class give our class president, Bethany, a five-minute standing ovation for getting our class on the cover of the school’s weekly magazine. Olivia had control over mostly everyone and she knew how to make someone feel important.

The three of them then left Olivia, who knows since when she put her hands together because she was annoyed. "Look! How arrogant the three of them are," Olivia grumbled, "just be careful if I get a decent job, and a lot of pay. I'll definitely buy their smug mouths!" ***

Maya barked out, "When you're with me you do not say that word! Got it?!" "Y... yes," Olivia stuttered out in fear, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that." "Hmm," Maya grumbled, then spanked Olivia hard again, "Get on your hands and knees whore." Olivia climbed off Maya, accidentally dragging her knee against Maya's big, ebony breasts. Then she got onto her hands and knees while Maya rummaged in a wardrobe. Olivia marvelled at Maya's body. It should have been obvious given he name, but she really did look like Maya Jama, the celebrity.

Though, I started reviewing even before I graduated… nerves still lingering inside me. "What else?" Mrs. Alvarez asked. I don't know but they seem too interested in my life. "I'm also a fashion designer under Eithan Apparels. I do haute couture and wedding gowns." "Such a talent! I'm Olivia and a fashion model in the US. Hoping to work with you soon," said the gorgeous lady, Olivia Harris. "I'm just starting—" I was interrupted when Mrs. Gutierrez's voice dominated throughout the entire room when the door opened.

"Do you guys want to order noodles? Amanda hasn't eaten a decent meal in days." "Daniel, I'm really not that hungry. Tea is fine." "I don't want noodles. I want pizza," Olivia announced. Amelia's eyebrows shot up. "Wow! Olivia LouBennett wants pizza this late at night?" She laughed. "I thought you didn't eat carbs after six." "I deserve pizza after almost losing my nipple." Amelia stared at her. "You almost lost your what?" "To Ethan?" James asked. He immediately smacked Ethan on the shoulder. "What the fuck, man?"

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