Callmeolivia Face Novels & Stories

"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.”

At Chloe. The room seemed to narrow to just the two of them, twenty years of friendship compressed into a single, unbearable look. Chloe felt her pulse roaring in her ears, forcing herself to keep her expression still, unreadable, the way she'd practiced in her mind a hundred times without ever believing she'd actually need it. "Chloe." Olivia's voice cracked, just slightly, the first fracture in the composure she'd been holding since the phone buzzed. "Is that you? In that photo and the video too. With my husband."

She needed to look perfect, because something inside her told her she was about to have an unforgettable night. Reclined in a plush chair, Olívia let herself sink into the gentle touch of the esthetician, who massaged her face in slow, circular motions. Her phone rang for the third time on the counter. She picked it up and smiled when she saw the name on the screen. “Girl, I’m sorry I didn’t answer earlier,” she said lightly. “I was getting a facial massage.” “Ohhh, so tonight is definitely going to be something,” Camila replied.

Camila's P.O.V "Your phone" Clair says walking into the room and tossing the phone on the bed. I see Zoe's name on the screen whuch made me smile hard, more than I was already smiling. Clair saw my face and took a seat on the bed to hear the conversation. "Hello Zola" I say once I answered the call. "Camila, how could you!?" Zoe screeches, obviously she was crying. "How could I what?" I ask innocently, also sitting on the bed.

Olivia’s POV The soft glow of my laptop screen illuminated the nursery, casting shadows across the crib where Noah slept, his tiny breaths a quiet rhythm against the hum of the mobile above. My heart thudded gently, my pulse steady as I adjusted the camera, my hands trembling slightly from the weight of my swollen belly. My throat tightened, my eyes stinging as I connected the video call, Nataliya’s familiar face appearing, her smile warm but professional. “Olivia, you look radiant!” she said, her voice bright, her eyes glinting with enthusiasm.

Athaliah said with a beautiful smile which melted his heart, anger, frustration immediately and he nodded at her. "Let's do it." He said. *** Next day "Yes, Olivia, tell me." Ariana said with a smirk while leaning back on her leather chair. She is in the office now. She was signing some important documents when she saw her phone ringing and the call was from none other than Olivia. She left everything and picked up the call with a smirk. 'It's going to be so much fun.' She said in her mind. "Hi, Ari. How are you? I hope I am not disturbing you?" Olivia asked in a sweet sick voice making Ariana almost cringe in disgust.

My cheeks burned, my heart couldn't stay stable even for a second. “Olivia.” I heard Alpha Elian call. Olivia? That was her name? I looked back up to face them but bowed my head in response. In the process of doing that, I caught a quick sight of the Alpha putting back on his shirt and zipping up his trousers. Olivia, his mate, still had her shirt half opened, revealing a part of her breasts, and an unbuttoned bra. Even when I eventually looked down and couldn't look up to her, I could still feel the fury that eroded from the death stare she passed on to me. I could also tell that her eyes were still on me. If possible, I could be dead if it were a gun.

I had the urge to wipe it off her lips. "Good." Charlotte turned to me and continued smiling, she didn't look shocked but was quite happy to see me. She must have been too blinded by her stupidity to notice the closeness between Dante and me. "Olivia, you're here. I'm so glad to see you. I have been trying to call you for days but there has been no response. Are you okay?" Olivia asked with the similar caring tone she always had. The hairstyle, and makeup, she also had lip fillers because I had slightly plump lips.