Callmeolivia Face Novels & Stories

This time Oliver flinched when he heard Callum reply. The man looked Oliver up and down and continued in English. "Took you a while, Red." "Xiao Zhi, I've missed you too."Callum pulled a chair and Oliver sat in the other empty seat opposite his employer. The man with the painted lips followed and sat in Zhi's lap. He-or maybe she- smiled at Oliver. "I didn't introduce myself, I forget my manners sometimes. Call me Ophelia." Oliver remembered what had happened in the dressing room and the gossips about Callum's mistresses.

What do they want from me? I couldn't help but be captivated by Olivia's beauty as I looked into her deep brown eyes. Her face was almost round, while mine was heart-shaped. Her nose was pointed, unlike mine. My lips were pink, while hers were crimson. She had a slim figure, while I was a bit chubby. My waist size had increased to 26 inches. "What are you staring at?" Olivia yelled at me and pushed me. In a small, timid voice, I replied, "Nothing..." and tried to pass through them.

Sophia looked so startled she started to shake slightly. Chloe quickly moved from Sophia and gave me a quick hug. “Congratulations, Alpha,” she smiles. Even though I’ve told her for years to call me Oliver, she will only do so in private, but now, considering she is on the same rank level as Sophia and me, she really doesn’t have to. “I should say the same thing,” I nod toward her as she moves back between Bobby and Jax.

I hesitated before trying to answer so she spoke again, "Oh god. What did you do? You used to always do this when we were in high school. You would need me there so your parents would not freak out on you." I look at JP who comes over to me and pulls me into him. "You remember when we went to the beach and JP and I walked away for a little while to talk?" "Yes.... " I let out a breath of air that I didn't realize I was holding and continued, " Well, JP asked me something and I said yes. And then well... Oh god... I am no longer Olivia Jackson. I am officially Olivia Price." Becca's mouth fell open and Nick broke out in a grin.

She’s laughing with two other women who look like her clone army—bikini Barbies with wine glasses and fake laughs. I scan the area. No sign of Mike. I sigh, pull out my phone, and dial her number. Voicemail. From where I stand, I can see her phone tossed on a lounger, untouched. I have no choice. I square my shoulders, fix my face, and start marching toward her. As I get closer, Olivia turns and we make eye contact. She sees me. She definitely sees me. But then she turns away like I’m the pool cleaner. Oh, we’re doing that?

She yelled at me covering her face “you're going to make me repeat it to you as if it wasn't embarrassing once...” "Olivia.” I said, removing her hands from her face "honey, you're completely red!” I started laughing, "don't hate me, okay?” If you want, I can see the sky so you won't be ashamed anymore” and with that I raised my face “I don't hear anything, Livie” I said a while later. "Don't be an idiot, Mark, look me in the face and listen to me very well.” she said in a commanding voice.

She felt Stark naked under those dark eyes. She couldn't give him the satisfaction of believing she was afraid of him. Furthermore, she smiled cutely, accentuating the faint dimples spotted on her cheeks. Olivia was eighteen, yet her good looks and figure could put her fellow girls into shame. Hair wavy and brown, eyes large and white like that of a puppy, porcelain skin smooth as jade, busty and tiny waist swaying down to a curvy and plump hips. All these were followed with smooth long legs.

I finish with a smile on my face. Before Caleb could say anything a clapping sound emanated from behind him. Caleb turned to look behind him, giving me a clear view of who the sound was coming from. Olivia stood beside Caleb's bed, her hands clapping together with a sly smile spreading across her face. "Say hello to all my five hundred thousand followers," she said, her voice dripping with malice. I noticed a tripod stand in front of her, holding her phone, the screen glowing with what looked like a live stream.

I said a bit loudly. Olivia opened the door and walked inside with a smile on her face. She was really beautiful, any girl would be jealous of her beauty. Her long wavy hair fell perfectly down her back, passing her waist. Her blue eyes had a natural glow. Her face seemed to be sculpted by a Greek god. She was flawless.

Olivia’s face was puffy, her eyes rimmed red and swollen from crying. She looked utterly devastated, her usual composed demeanor shattered. Her bottom lip quivered as she attempted a smile, but it was weak, trembling at the edges. "Flora," Olivia whispered, her voice cracking. Flora stepped forward, unsure whether to close the distance between them or keep some space. She could see the exhaustion written across Olivia’s features, the turmoil swirling behind her eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of what had brought them here pressing down on both of them.