Brutal Olivia Rodrigo Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Just listen to me please, he doesn’t love you, you don’t know him like I do. Not like we do, and you don’t understand, he would do anything to ruin Luca even it means being with you.” “Fuck you Olivia, you can never be happy for me and I hope he does ruin your husband

Viper said "The doctor," John said and looked at the doctor that rushed Oliva into surgery "So Olivia had some internal bleeding that we stop. She has multiple broken ribs and she also has a concussion. She's still out but you guys can go see her," the doctor said "Thanks, doc," John said and we started walking to the door "Where are you going?" Her father asked "To go kill a fucking bastard," Viper said "Can we go?" Oliver asked again "Just don't kill him I'm sure the rest of the family wants to join too. Take him to the warehouse," Robert said

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.

My heart was pounding. Diego sat beside me, pulling me into his arms. "You were magnificent," he murmured. "Absolutely magnificent." I laughed weakly. "I was terrified." "You didn't look terrified." He kissed my forehead. "You looked fierce. Powerful. Like a warrior." I looked up at him. "Did you mean what you said? That you'll destroy them if they try to take me away?" "Yes." His voice was firm. "I meant every word. You're mine, Olivia. And I protect what's mine."

the voice replied. “And if I see anybody near the area, I’ll kill the boy,” The line went dead. Dean hung up the receiver looking at Olivia. He could see the anguish on her face. “What did you just do?” she cried. Unable to comprehend his bartering for her son’s life and moving Eli’s release back another day. She ran at Dean. Sobbing uncontrollably, she pounded his chest with her fists. Stepping back, he attempted to grab her wrists to stop her assault. She managed to slap his face before he was successful. Hanging on tight, he only made her angrier.

OLIVIA My bulging eyes snapped at him after comprehending his statement. “What?” I asked, hoping he'd repeat what he just said. Are we doing a strip show? How can he ask me to strip out of the blue? “Why do you like making me repeat myself? You heard me clearly, Olivia. Strip!” he scolded with a little howl. My wolf juggled inside me, pushing to take control but I refused. Seeing that he wasn't joking around, I absentmindedly bit my lower lip as he folded his hands while staring and waiting for my next action.

I will miss him during the holidays. On his birthday. On the day he was supposed to be born. And probably on random Tuesdays when something reminds me that I should have a little boy running around my house. This pain is too much to carry. That's why looking down at the cold, dreary sidewalk from up here feels like the only option I have left. "Ahem! Would you please step away from the ledge?" Olivia's voice echoed through the darkness. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

The guy yelled, slapping her across the face and Olivia, still in her drunken state, fell flat on the floor, feeling too cloudy to stand up. "Guys, we're running three rounds each with her. After which we'll break her arm like she did to mine". The guy instructed his friends while taking off his belt and his friends smirked at Olivia. "Widen her hands and legs for me". The guy instructed after successfully taking off his trouser and his dick was dangling bright in front of him. It's obvious he came to the club with no boxers and his friends as they were told. "No…No! Let go of me!! You f**king doesn't know who my father is! He'll destroy you all once you lay an inch on me!!". Olivia yelled a

"Lookin' for all my real friends How many of us? How many of us are real friends To real friends, 'til the reel end 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin To 3 A.M., callin' How many real friends? Just to ask you a question Just to see how you was feelin' How many?" I hum to the music as I walk down the cracked gravel. "For the last you was frontin' I hate when a nigga text you like, 'what's up, fam, hope you good'

Olivia said loudly, making Ignazio's body stiffen instantly. "Olivia, mind your words," Ignazio warned, but Olivia laughed even harder. "You're the one who should mind yourself, Ignazio!" Olivia taunted fearlessly. Ignazio knew that Olivia dared to speak so boldly in front of him because she was drunk; otherwise, she would likely choose to remain silent. "You're truly a heartless man. You're evil! You're cruel!" Olivia shouted right near Ignazio's ear. "Olivia..." Olivia stopped screaming. She lowered her head, covering her face with both hands, and Ignazio heard her sobbing softly.