Author Olivia Cunning Novels & Stories

Meanwhile. Olivia stood stunned at the door with her camera in her hand currently recording everything. A small smirk made its way at the corner of her and it soon turned into a grin. “Tsk, tsk. Poor Camila, I wonder how she'll feel once she hears this.” With this she quickly exited with a giggle. Mrs Russell

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

Without waiting for her reply Matilda hung up . Few hours later " You look stunning bestie !". Matilda squeeked excitedly ,her friend would have made a great model if not for her height . Olivia is not short but she's not just that height that models are meant to have . Olivia blushed lightly at how beautiful she looked ,she wore the dress Matilda bought for her as a birthday present , a short sleeveless black gown with flowery patterns all over it , she wore her only heels that's almost worn out ,it was her 20th birthday gift from her mum and carried one of matilda's purse that's matching the nude colour heels she is wearing .

============= Olivia Herrington POV I smile walking out of the building I get into my car. I pull off the brunette wig. I shrug off the white shirt. I fix my tank top under it. I place my blonde hair in a messy bun. I shrug on a pair of skinny jeans and unzip the shirt. I throw it in the back. I shrug on a pair of sneakers. My phone rings. Thinking its Bridge, I answer. “Livia.” “Hey…” A familiar deep and soft voice causes me to pause.

Camila enquired "You said, Olivia is not so bright right?" she asked and Camilla nodded a yes "Good, she is the key," she said "How?" Camila asked "Use her to get into the house and let him see how better you are than the lady he married. Through Olivia, become a friend and you will win him over," she suggested "You are right. I need to let him see me," Camila agreed. Back at Ethan's apartment, Olivia was going through the house rules given to her by Mrs Carter so she doesn't make a mistake. She found a place to keep the paper she had written the rules on so her husband doesn't see it. She went to the kitchen and met with the cook

No harm done. Olivia opened the book, but she didn’t understand it. Her hands shook while the book glowed with a ghoulish amethyst light. She dropped it and moved away when smoke spiraled from it. At the same time, Olivia heard an eerie cackle and saw the vision of a tall elegant woman dressed in a black gown. The little girl stared open-mouthed at the lady with crimson, lilac hair and yellow horns protruding from her head. Olivia’s body trembled.

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

But then, she did the unthinkable. Olivia turned the knife in her hands, and the sharp edges pointed to her. She grabbed my right hand, placing it on the knife handle, and in a swift move, stabbed right at her stomach. At that very moment, Enzo burst into the cell. His eyes were wide and frantic, as they settled on Olivia, who was now screaming out loud while clutching at her blood-stained dress. "Ophelia!" He yelled out, "What have you done this time?"

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?”

He guided them to the center of the room and pushed them gently but firmly to their knees. Maeve studied them. The first one, Olivia, according to the document Cedric placed on the table in front of her, was blonde. Long, fine hair pulled into a neat bun. Maeve turned the page and read. No substantial background. Parents lost in the conflict between the packs. Lifelong maid in the Silvermoon household, assigned to Paula. She looked at the girl's hair again. That is genuinely too nice a head of hair for a maid, she thought. She moved to the second file.