Callmeolivia Face Novels & Stories

Avery has a knack for brightening even the gloomiest days. Nick seems about to say something but gets interrupted by his buzzing phone in his pocket. He pulls it out, revealing a call from someone named Olivia, with a red heart emoji next to her contact name. Her contact photo shows a stunning woman with a bronzed tan, long silky brown hair, and mesmerizing deep blue eyes. Nick hesitates to answer the call, his thumb hovering over the screen. Eventually, his phone stops ringing, leaving a missed call notification on his lock screen. However, it's not just the notification that lingers there; it's the realization that dawns on me.

Night fell, and the Drake Sebastian residence grew calm and peaceful. The garden lights cast a soft glow that filtered through the windows of Olivia’s bedroom. She had just finished showering, her long hair still slightly damp and cascading over her shoulders. Sitting at the edge of her bed, she gazed at the screen of her phone. A faint smile curved on her lips when she saw Shopia’s name appear in her contacts. It had been a long time since they last spoke. Olivia pressed the call button, and within seconds, Shopia’s cheerful voice burst through the speaker.

With my elbow on the table, I covered the side of my face with my palm, turning to face the other way. “I know it's you,” The voice sounded closer now. “Shit!” I cursed under my breath. “It's okay, it's just me.” The lady said. How did she recognize me? Her voice wasn't familiar at all. I sighed in defeat, turning to face her, my hand slowly lowering to reveal my face. She looked like someone I had recently seen, but I couldn't recall exactly where. Sensing my confusion, she said, “It's Olivia.” “Oh,” that was all I could say. I wondered why she approached me, was it to commend a job well done by her grandson?

OLIVIA The phone rings continuously as I tried to put things in order, wasn't so sure it would be my mom so I reluctantly dropped the hand towel on the table and reach for my phone. "Hello" I called out. "Hey, umm Olivia it's Jake" the person on the other end answered. I went mute in a second, hearing Jake's voice alone pisses me off, why would he be calling for heavens sake. "Olivia please can we meet, maybe the hall down the road?" He asked.

"Wait, I know you. I've seen you before. You look so familiar." "Let's go Sabrina. This is Olivia my personal secretary so there's no way on earth that you could've seen or met her." He tried to reach you her but she wouldn't budge. "No I've seen her." She answered convincingly. Her face had gone from smiling to frowning in a matter of seconds. "Olivia Right? How can I forget the face of the woman who tried to steal my man from me?" She asked and I suddenly felt insulted. "It was all over the news and a lot of people sent me videos and pictures of the news as souvenirs."

Everly's voice trailed off. Olivia then took the camera from her and smiled softly. "Then you must put on some filters for me. After all, women like to look pretty all the time. I'll have to smile more so that you'll feel better when you see these photos in the future."

Considering that Olivia didn't have many acquaintances, and she was cautious about sharing her phone number with strangers. "Hello?" Olivia greeted as an opening remark. "Is this Olivia?" a man's voice echoed from a distance. Olivia furrowed her brow, feeling like she recognized the voice, but from where? "Yes, I'm Olivia. Sorry, who is this?" Olivia asked, puzzled. "It's me, Ignazio," the caller replied, causing Olivia to widen her eyes instantly. She glanced at Gianna, who was still engrossed in sorting through her coloring books. What was this? Why was he calling her now?

Olivia replied. “I don’t think we need your blessing.” A familiar voice interrupted. Every head turned towards the voice. “Hayden Reid!” Olivia exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, acting like a little girl. “Is there a problem?” Hayden asked, standing beside me. “No problem here,” Olivia responded with a forced laugh. “My name is Olivia, and I’m the head of your fan club.” Hayden nodded, but he looked uninterested. “We should go,” Olivia muttered, nervous. She brought out her phone with shaky hands and took a picture of Hayden before disappearing with her friends.

A video recording opened. The screen stayed black for a few seconds. Then her voice came through—Olivia’s voice. But not the soft-spoken, innocent one he knew. This one was sharp. Mocking and Cold. "She thinks she's smart, but I've always been ten steps ahead." Adrian blinked, stunned. Then the screen lit up. Olivia’s face appeared. But it wasn’t the Olivia he was used to. There was no gentle smile. No innocent expression. Her face was bare, and her lips were twisted into something between a smirk and a sneer. She looked relaxed, almost too pleased with herself.

Glen replied. As Dean started whipping the eggs with milk, he wondered when they’d hear something from the kidnapper. When and how they would get proof of life? Would a picture appear via a text message on Olivia or Dean’s phone? Had the caller been authentic? Maybe it really was a hoax, but if so, what had happened to Eli? If he focused on them, he’d go insane. The eggs were in the pan when Olivia arrived downstairs. She’d showered and changed her clothes and her hair was neatly tied back in a bun. She wore a pair of jeans and a white blouse with a smart camel-colored blazer. She looked strong and in control.