Callmeolivia Face Novels & Stories

With a renewed sense of purpose, Olivia then looked at the mirror in her room and looked at her face's reflection. Olivia’s face in the mirror was one of determination. Her eyes were clear of the fog and her lips were in a firm line with determination written all over it. Olivia gazed at her reflection. Her hair was auburn, a deep and rich hue that falls in thick strands past her shoulders. Her eyes were a soft brown. They had flecks of amber in them, flecks that were more prominent when she is angry or in deep thought. Her face was a little plain though, but pretty. She had a button nose, thin lips and a petite figure.

But Silvio couldn't help but roam his eyes on her face taking details he had missed earlier. She had sun kissed skin, almond shaped dark brown eyes that looked back at him with pure anger. A cute small button nose and the perfect sculpted small lips he had ever seen on a woman. Her light brown hairs fell on her shoulders as he continued to eat every detail her face had to offer. "Mr. Sal-" "Shut up." He growled. He didn't liked to be interrupted and Olivia was interrupting his examination of Sadie. His eyes then darted back to Micah who was smirking.

I copied the contact number attached to the profile and called the line; it rang once his nerdy voice came next. “You are on the phone with Robin Code programming service; how may I be of help, please?” "Hi, Rob," I called. “Hello there, who am I on the line with, please?” The voice came again mechanically. “It's Olive.” I introduced myself informally. “Olive? Olive, who, please?" “Olivia Mack." His talking tone immediately switched. "Oh, my God, Olive. I’m so done. A celeb on the phone with me, come on, I got to add this to my CV."

Aaron looked at her carefully and suddenly frowned, a little unsure. They looked similar, but she did not seem to be her after he took a closer look... Olivia's face was gentler than hers. She did not have a mole around her eye nor the same temperament, but the facial features were too similar. "Are you... really not Olivia Larson?" Olivia frowned and shouted, "Are you deaf or stupid? For the last time, I'm not!" With that said, she pushed Aaron out of the way, hailed a taxi at the roadside, and got into it.

someone called I wondered who had called her Olivia. The look on her face made me knew it has to be someone she doesn't like. "I told you not to call me that name, Natasha" I was curious to know who Natasha was. And why Olive sounded that way. I popped my head out. "Hi, handsome" Natasha smiled seductively at me Olive growled but I ignored her. I smiled back. "Hi, you must be Natasha?" She walked closer to me. "You know my name"

Typical Claudia. "Olivia" I blurted out without thinking and realized this was the first time I called her by her real name out loud. What is wrong with me? Olivia wore a surprised expression on her face as she turned to look at me. "Don't blame me, It's hard to remember a face that screams poverty" Claudia said flipping her hair to the side. I saw the hurt look on Olivia's face but she quickly masked it with a smile. "It's nice to see you again Claudia" She replied, I was so proud of her, She had always cried in the past but she has grown to be a tough and mature lady.

she calls softly. "I'm not interested," He said as he placed her leg on the ground. Olivia is not shocked, she only smiled "Playing hard to get huh?" She asked as she bent, both hands went under the table to put on her shoe, putting her exposed fleshy breasts on display. Kaiden blinked in shock. "By the way, my name is Olivia," She said winking "Nice to meet you" Olivia stood up, took her purse, turned, and walked away, her butt dancing away before him.

He said. Olivia rolled her eyes. "You are narcissistic," She said. Alex walked towards her and hugged her. "But you love it? Right?" He asked. Olivia shook her head. No, I don’t; I am the most beautiful," She said. Alex nodded helplessly and said, Yes, you are. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever met," He said. Olivia smiled happily. Suddenly, his phone rang. He glanced at the phone. Olivia saw the name clearly. It was his grandma who was calling him. She tried to leave his embrace so he would be able to concentrate on his phone call, but he held her more tightly, and then he answered the call.

"Ivana! Please, stop!" I was about to get into my car when a familiar voice called out from behind me. I turned to see a woman I barely recognized. Oliva. Once poised and elegant, she was now dressed in rags, her eyes filled with desperation. Her hair was a matted mess, her cheeks were hollow, and she looked like she hadn't eaten in days. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my face blank. "I need to talk to you," she said, rushing closer. "It's about Ethan."

I heard a knock and I quickly rose to my feet and ran to the door, flinging it open before the person on the other side could. Olivia stood there, in one of those adorable printed pyjamas that she matched with our daughter, a frown etched on her face and the lack of sleep showing. She was awake. And she had heard me. “I heard you call my name?” She asked, faking grogginess. I took deep breaths, scanning all her features. The worry lines were more evident than ever. And her eyes had the kind of storm in them and only a person who had braved one tragedy after another would know.