Callmeolivia Face Novels & Stories

a gentle voice interrupted. Olivia turned to see a woman around Lily Bradford's age—maybe even younger—approaching them. She wore a genuine smile that could light up an entire room. Her heart almost stopped when suddenly the woman pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m Leanne Westmore. You must be Olivia, Lily had told me so much about you. We have the same eye color!”

Adam immediately walked towards it while rubbing his hair with a smaller white towel. As soon as he saw Olivia's name as the caller of the video call, the corners of Mr. Adam's lips were immediately pulled upwards, so the man was unconsciously unable to remove his smiling smile. *****

Her dark hair was pulled into a sleek bun, and her designer sunglasses perched perfectly on her nose. Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Mother.” Olivia nearly choked on her coffee. *Mother?!* Evelyn Cole turned her sharp gaze on Olivia, taking her in from head to toe in a single, piercing glance. “And who,” Evelyn said, her tone dripping with curiosity, “is this?” Olivia scrambled to her feet, suddenly very aware of her messy hair and oversized pajamas. “Uh, I’m Olivia. Olivia Hart.” Evelyn’s eyebrows arched, and a slow, knowing smile spread across her face. “Ah, *Olivia*. I’ve heard about you.”

I looked away and continued wiping my face. "Nishane," the woman called me so I turned to her. "Y-yes?" I didn't know that this girl knew me. When our eyes met, I noticed that she was serious. I don't know whether to smile or not. "You know me?" "Of course. I know you. You're a famous and good actress, right?" "Ah… N-no way." "I'm Olive." She spread her palm in front of me. Although shy, I still accepted Olive's handshake. "I'm Nishane."

Liam looked at her lightly for a moment, then nodded to her. It was like a sign that he had heard it. As Olive walked back, she vaguely heard him talking to the person on the phone. "Happy New year." When she returned to Frank, Olive touched her face in hindsight. When she touched the mask that was still on her face, she stopped and her nerves relaxed. ‘He won't recognize me because I’m blocking my face.’ …… The other side.

"She's in a very good mood today. She's a dragon when she's mad so.. I'd like to keep it that way." Before Luca could respond— "Olie!"A familiar voice called from inside. "Olivia Angelique!" Olie stared at him, " One sign that she's mad— she will call you useing your real name." Olie turned toward the open door. "I'm coming!" She looked back at Luca with an apologetic smile. "Wait here, okay? I'll ask if she wants to see you." Luca nodded. "Thank you." Olie hurried back into the house, closing the gate behind her.

I had never felt this resolute. "Let Anna take the Luna position. I don't want it anymore." Being rejected repeatedly made Jacob's expression turn ugly. "Once you leave this pack, what else can you even do?" Just then, his phone lit up. I saw a message from Anna pop up on the screen. [Jacob, I made the cheesecake you like today. Waiting for you to come home.] As he stared at the message, an involuntary smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Without even waiting for me to speak, he turned to leave, his tone rigid.

A breath of damp, old air rolled upward, carrying the smell of stone, metal, and something older… almost metallic. The house groaned. Her phone buzzed. She yanked it out, hands shaking, and saw a new message. Unknown number. Timestamp 03:43 AM. A video file. She didn’t want to play it. But her thumb tapped before her mind could stop it. The video opened. Darkness. A single candle. A room that looked like a basement. A stone floor. And in the center, Olivia. Her heart plummeted. She was wearing a white shift dress, soaked at the hem. Her hair hung loose and wild down her back. Her eyes were open wide, but empty, like someone had scooped her soul out.

" Olivia, I would like to ask you a question and I would like you to answer me honestly" Olivia felt apprehensive but still she answered " I'll give you an honest answer" " When I was eight years old, I used to have this strange dream, I had a grandfather and he always calls me little Olive, we would eat together and we would watch the stars together, then after a while, these dreams stopped and now my question is, was it really a dream, little Olive?" Olivia's face had gotten ghastly pale and she almost dropped the phone in shock " it was you! "

If this happens today, I know that my fate is sealed. “Taika!” My name is echoed. The voice is familiar so I know just who is calling me. Luna Matilda is not someone I am interested in seeing right now or anything even. The sight of her alike always ruins my mood. I just hope she doesn’t do the same thing at this moment. I clench my fist for a second and free it as I slowly turn to her with a fake smile. She has a smile too. “Luna Matilda” I call out in a calm voice as though I am just knowing she is the one who echoed my name.