Callmeolivia Face Novels & Stories

my husband announced. "I need to change Timothée's zippy," Olivia said. "Let's go to my room." Amelia followed us. "Baby, let us know when the pizza gets here," I called to Daniel. "I will." The three of us went into my bedroom and climbed onto the bed. Olivia laid Timothée between us and started changing his zippy while Amelia and I sank against the ridiculous number of decorative pillows covering my bed. For a moment, I watched Olivia with her son.

“I’m too tired to answer your questions, dear.” Olivia shrugged and mind-linked me, ‘let it be morning, then. But I want the truth and real reasons.’ Letting an exasperated sigh out, I replied to her, ‘I never lied to you.’ “Welcome to the family and pack, princess,” Olivia dramatically bowed to her and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her drama. “Please, call me Elara and thank you so much. You’re so sweet.” She looked at me with an amused expression and I just turned my face to the stairs.

I settled onto the couch, pulling out my phone to go through some emails that had piled up over the course of the day. Contracts. Timelines. Numbers. As I started working while Jasmine did her thing, I suddenly heard her sweet, excited voice call out— “Olivia!” My head snapped up instantly. I saw her walking into the boutique… Olivia. She was dressed in a soft-colored blouse tucked neatly into tailored trousers, her hair falling naturally around her shoulders. There was nothing excessive about her outfit, and yet she looked effortlessly striking. Decent. Comfortable. Confident in a quiet way. She smiled as she approached Jasmine… until her eyes met mine.

It had to be Alicia, I checked my time and I was sure that it was her. “I’m home!” Olivia walked in looking really beautiful in makeup and her singer outfit in the club. Noticing the tense atmosphere and everyone staring at her, she paused and blinked. she touched her face and her eyes widened, “Oh…you guys looking at my face?” She rolled her eyes, “Barnes said he wanted us to have a ‘family’ picture. So every staff was in on it.” She rambled. I couldn't take my eyes off her and I began to feel a growth that made me adjust my pants to feel more comfortable.

As Olívia and her sorry excuse for a father got closer, their expressions shifted. They realized I was standing there, not Jorel. I thought Olívia might bolt, refuse, back out because it was me. But she didn’t. She kept smiling, like this was the happiest day of her life. Her brown eyes sparkled under the makeup. Her lashes were thicker, curvier than the last time I saw her. Her lips, glossy and full, looked even bigger. She could’ve easily looked hideous. But she didn’t… even in that purple dress and absurd green veil.

OLIVIA “Mum…” I called tearfully, leaning forward to hold her hand. “I missed you so much.” She laughed softly, but it wasn’t the same. Nothing about her was. Her face was thinner, her skin too pale, her hair longer than I remembered, falling weakly around her shoulders. For a second, it didn’t feel real. It felt like if I blinked, she’d be gone again. “Olivia…” Her voice was fragile, but her smile lingered on her trembling lips. “You… you came.”

"Is there anything I should be worried about?" Olivia's gaze remained fixed on her screen. “I knew it!” “Knew what?” “You are Miss Facer.” Emma was baffled. “Yes, I am.” “No, you are Miss Facer.” “I am Miss Facer.” “The "Miss Facer." “Huh?” Olivia showed her the screen, and Emma felt a shiver run down her spine. “Th—that is not me.” She stuttered. Olivia sucked in her breath and dropped her phone, leaning in close. "You have a similar appearance to her."

said Olivia as the call gets disconnected. "Hello, hello, it's like this idiot has finally gotten some sense"said Olivia, she scrolls through her I*******m page. She receives a message, she opens the message. Immediate shock and distress written on her face, the phone falls from her hand. "What is this, how did we get on video?" she said sweating profusely. An incoming call, she picks it. "Do you like my surprise?" the person asked. "What do want from me and how did you get this video?"

“You’re ridiculous.” Daniela gasped, hand to her chest. “You’re ridiculous, sitting here trying to feel bad about what might be the hottest night of your life. I’m literally squeaking for you, and you’re moping. No. Not in my house.” Olivia smiled, letting herself relax. Daniela beamed, satisfied. “That’s my girl. Now—” Daniella was cut off by a buzz from Olivia's phone. She reached for it, thumb swiping across the screen.

he asked I looked at him and then back at my snake and rose sketch. I signed my work and wrote my number on it before giving it to the guy. He smiled as I drank the last of my coffee. "What's your name?" The guy asked as I stood up "Olivia," I said and left I got in my car and before I could turn my key my phone rang. "Hello?" I answered without looking who it was "Olive?" Alex asked "Alex, what's wrong?" I asked