Callmeolivia Face Novels & Stories

he replied with a smile, "I'll call you later to know how Sofya is today"I informed him before getting into my car,Olivia finally looked at me and gave me a small wave which surprised but I only gave her a smile that didn't reach my eyes because something else caught my eyes or should I say someone else caught my eyes,

In a hoarse voice that he is not even aware of, he breathed, "who are you?" Olivia bit her lower lip softly then said in her sweet feminine voice, "I'm Olivia Simon."

I blinked, pushing away the dark thoughts, and followed the indicated direction. Olivia appeared during the break, a young woman — perhaps twenty-eight years old —, light brown hair tied in a low bun, some strands escaping and framing her face. Her smile was easy, welcoming, and she carried in her hands a notebook with children’s stickers on the cover. Exactly as in Rowan’s description. “Hello! I’m Olivia. You are…?” She extended her hand with kindness. “Emma.” I used the made-up name, shaking her hand firmly. “Emma Sullivan.”

I focus on my screen, pretending the letters don’t blur. Around mid-morning, heels click toward me. It was slow. Deliberate. I don’t look up because a part of me already know who it was “Elena.” Olivia’s voice is smooth, warm, perfectly placed. I lift my head. She’s dressed in a pale blue dress today, elegant and soft, like she wants to look harmless. Her hair is pulled back neatly, her expression calm, almost kind. “Good morning” I say. “Good morning,” she replies. “Do you have a minute?”

“Ma’am, how is this one?” Camila, the PA, asked her enthusiastically. She seemed like a cheerful person. How could such a cheerful person become the PA of such an arrogant employer was beyond her. “It’s beautiful. And please call me Olivia.” She said frankly and Camila smiled.

She was dressed casually, jeans and a sweater but still looked too perfect for this place. Her smile was polite when she spotted me. “Hi. You must be River. Elliot told me a lot. I’m Luciana.” I nodded. “Nice to meet you.” She looked around, clearly trying to place herself. “Your family... is big.” “It gets louder too.” Olivia stepped out with the same confident walk. Same calm eyes. She looked more beautiful since the last time Daniel and I had seen her at that conference. “River,” she said, her voice warm. “You’re looking better than the last time I saw you.”

and he stayed there as of taking every inch of my face and I smiled at him. "Ahem, I'm here too enough of your PDA," And the clearing of Aria's throat brought me out of my stupor. And he bade me farewell. And I was left alone in his house with Aria. We ate in silence and I felt I was being rude to her earlier as she came to meet me and I took her for my home wrecker. "You already gave your introduction so here's mine, My name is Olivia Vitalio I'm an undergraduate," I said giving my hand forward for a shake and she took my hand in hers with a smile.

"You have a client appointment, Lucifer." "I have canceled, Pa. Besides, how could I possibly have a meeting with a client, if my cute sister has woken up from her coma," said Lucifer. This is crazy. Really crazy. Olivia hopes this is just a nightmare. He didn't want to be called Celine. Even though it was clear that the look on her face was Olivia. Yes, Olivia Rawles, not Celine as they call it. Who is Celine anyway? ***

The next day at lunch time I’m not invited to go with Nancy and the others. No surprise there, after the way I snapped at Nancy yesterday. I look for the nearest cafe and sit alone with a latte between my hands. I observe people sitting near me for a while until I remember what’s in my purse. I take out my phone and call Miranda. “Who is this?” She asks. “It’s me, Olivia! This is my new number.” “You finally got a new number! Good for you! I was so sick of calling you home like we were in a bad 90’s movie. So, tell me what’s new.”

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”