Brutal Olivia Rodrigo Lyrics Novels & Stories

Morgan barked. “I went to look for a job, so I'd pay back your money.” Olivia finally said, her heart aching as tears rolled down her cheek. “You what?” Morgan's gaze got darker as he stared at her. Olivia remained silent, as tears trailed down her face. Her wrist was hurting so badly that all she wanted to do was yank his hand off her, but he was way more stronger. “Let me go, you're hurting my wrist.” She sobbed. Morgan was too clouded with anger to listen to what she was saying.

“Leaving me alone or not is up to Olivia now.” Grace’s face twisted in fury as she grabbed the perfume samples I’d worked so hard on and smashed them to the ground. “You’re nothing but a conniving fraud, Olivia!” she screeched, her voice harsh and grating. Seeing my hard work destroyed like that sent a sharp surge of anger through me. My wolf stirred, and before I could stop it, a low growl escaped my throat. I looked at Ethan, his lips curling into the slightest smile, and I kept my voice calm despite the raging storm inside me.

CHAPTER 1. Olivia ’S POV. I wish I had left my husband for death that night I met him,Maybe now I wouldn’t be standing here, watching and listening to his pathetic sorry ass fuck my best friend. ***** “Fuck yes, harder, daddy! Harder!” The voice resonated all through the hallway and I felt my heart immediately sink into my stomach the moment I opened the door. “Oh yes, your pussy is so fucking tight.” My eyes widened, my hands shook and I only stood impaled to the spot as the colors that had once filled my world suddenly disappeared.

"What happened to you?" "Nothing much," she laughed briefly before speaking. "Someone just touched my ass," she said and laughed again. "I got slapped because they said I was too prissy when I’m just a dirty woman anyway," Olivia added and kept laughing until I saw tears in her eyes. I tapped her head and wiped her tears. "I don’t want this life anymore... I don’t want the life

I leaned in, venom dripping, “...are you sure you’re willing to settle for overused, damaged goods?” Olivia finally found her voice, shrill and trembling with righteous fury. “Exactly,” she snapped, stepping half a pace forward. “A man like you could have anyone. Anyone better than her. Why waste your time on leftovers? She’s not even tight anymore so why bother? And her tits are saggy. You might want to check that before you commit.”

Olivia I struggled with all my might. My hands clawed at the arm holding me. My nails dug into skin as my legs kicked wildly against the seat in panic. The hand over my mouth was firm. My scream was trapped in my throat, reduced to muffled, desperate sounds against a stranger’s palm. This was it. This was how it ended. Tears burned my eyes as my heart pounded so violently I could hear it echoing in my skull. “Olivia, stop, it’s me, Liam!”

She rolled her eyes and cleared her throat, then mocked in a deep, absolutely butchered version of my voice, "Keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and stay the fuck out of my sight. I'll make your life a living hell." Marcus damn near spit out his food. His fist slammed against the table as he coughed, his laughter absolutely unhinged. I squinted at Miles. "I don’t sound like that." "Dude, you totally sound like that," Marcus wheezed, wiping a tear. "Almost every day. She does have a pretty mouth, though, doesn’t she?" Wait. The fuck did he just say? I turned my head so fast my neck cracked. Miles, the traitor, actually blushed.

I stood in my place as I stared at Olivia with a pitiful gaze, “Don’t you realize that you are so blind in need of more power that you have killed the only person who could have given you the world of love and care to you…?” “Stop talking about that pathetic moron.” she scoffed, wiping her mouth that was dripping with saliva with the back of her hand, she laughed, “he killed himself for me. What a loser.” “Exactly. He killed himself for you!” I muttered softly, “he loved you so much that he killed himself to save you!” Olivia looked like a lunatic with a look of insanity on her face. Her eyes wild, hair everywhere, and body shaking, her face red and mouth open wide, fangs extended,

Fuck the hell out of you. Last night, I'd made a grim discovery. The month was coming to an end, which meant that Olivia's time here was up. I was so fucking disturbed about that, I needed to spend one last time with her. Following Angela's perfect advice, I wanted iron out pir differences and come clean with my feelings. However, it proved to be a helluva difficult task. I was a complete nervous wreck, not sure if Olivia would accept me or not. And so, I had drunk myself to stupour and grabbed a whip only for Olivia to show up somewhere along the line.

“Don’t do this. Don’t make my mother suffer.” Olivia let out a cold laugh, tilting her head slightly. “Oh? So now you care about suffering? Tell me, Eli, did your mother care when she had my husband locked away? Did she care when she made me feel powerless, stripped me of my happiness?” She crouched before him, gripping his chin tightly. “You were born with everything—power, privilege, protection. But today, you’ll know how it feels to be at someone else’s mercy. If your mother doesn't release my husband, you are as good as a corpse.”