Characters Named Olivia Novels & Stories

I patted the seat beside me for Olivia. Geraldo chuckled. “It’s a shame you brought a companion when I already brought someone for you.” “I’m his assistant,” Olivia cut in, breaking the first rule I had given her. This was business, she shouldn’t speak unless spoken to. “Really… you’re gorgeous. What’s your name, beautiful lady?” Geraldo asked, his eyes glued to her slightly exposed cleavage. My fingers curled into fists. “I’m Olivia.” She still reached out to shake his hand.

Or ten? I wanted to be proud of her. I really did. But all I could think about was how quickly she’d fit in. How easily she seemed to impress everyone. And how I was suddenly... not the brightest in the room anymore. Lola, who had been laughing beside her, turned and grinned. “You guys don’t understand. Olivia always gets the perfect score. She’s like... unbeatable.” Someone snorted nearby. “Usually. But not today.” I glanced at them, then looked away.

OLIVIA "Feel at ease, Princess." The words slithered across Alpha Vulcan's study like ice, and Olivia felt every hair on her body stand up. They had just returned from the dungeon where Luna Michelle, the Luna of Silvermoon Pack, handed Olivia over to Alpha Vulcan in place of Paula, her daughter. Olivia wasn't Paula Woodridge. She was Olivia Hawthorne! But who cared? If she even said it out loud, her mother Sanita and little sister Mae would die. Luna Michelle made that very clear on the five-hour drive here.

Olivia flushed, then she shyly stepped forward. “Hello Grandma, my name is Olivia. I hope you get well soon.” She greeted respectfully. But Grandma’s face only darkened. “I know who you are, why is she here?” She looked from Olivia to Matt, as though expecting some explanation. Olivia’s face turned pale instantly. For a second, she looked absolutely mortified. “Grandma, Olivia means no harm. She heard about your illness and came to see you,” Matt added, clearly hoping to make grandma see her in a good light.

The feeling was dripping off her in waves. So that put me in a shitty mood before we even left. And then the car ride from hell was the icing on the cake. “Ally… do you know my dolls name?” Olivia had asked me. We were in Lorenzo’s huge SUV and I was sharing the second seat with her, she was holding her doll in her lap braiding it’s hair. “Nope… what is it?” I answered. “Guess.” She said. “Umm. Patricia?” I asked. She busted out laughing.

Did he think that position was simply based on being the Alpha's mate? “Luna?” she laughed and tucked her hair behind her ear. “I don't see any thing qualified to be a Luna in this room right now,” she added while staring at Olive. Olive understood that she had just referred to her as a thing. “That includes you, right? You're obviously standing in this room too you know,” Olive found her voice and she smirked at Gia. “What's your name again?” Olive asked. Gia didn't answer her. She looked to Dolly instead.

He asked. “If you don't know Alpha Damian, Olivia is the princess of the rogues and over time she had planned to become your Luna so that she can give them an identity” The shaman informed. Damian raised his brows “How did I not know that?” He asked. “You didn't pay attention to these things. These people are angry people and the news of Olivia’s death must have gotten to them.” He explained. “We must get to them before she is harmed or even worse killed” Lucien interjected.

“I’ll be back. Until then, be an awesome Luna and lead your pack. You’ll do great.” I sniffled and wiped my tears. “You really are awesome.” I replied. Olivia whipped her short hair over her shoulder dramatically. “I know, I’m such a fucking Dalai Lama.” She joked. “Same wisdom, just more swear words.” I giggled while Olivia nodded to Alessandro. “You take care of her.” She said. Alessandro nodded. “I will.” Something glittered in Olivia’s eyes. “Oh I know you will.” She said. “If you don’t, I’ll shave your eyebrows off and tell everyone that wants to listen that you have a wiener the size of a peeled crayfish, is that clear?”

, she said, "at least for now. " "Hm, Isn't that something interesting. ", Olivia lifting her hands to her chin, "I want this one.", Elena said, "I'm not sure he will be of good use to you.", Olivia said, "I insist. He's mine.", Elon looking quite confused in the midst of this finally spoke, "Well, ma'am...", Elena cutting him short, "Call me Elena.", flicking her hair round, "Well miss Elena wnd Queen Olivia, I'm not actually a thing, you know, I can make my own decisions, I'm my own man.", Elon said, "Oh Elon.", Dante said, shaking his head. * * * * * *

my husband announced. "I need to change Timothée's zippy," Olivia said. "Let's go to my room." Amelia followed us. "Baby, let us know when the pizza gets here," I called to Daniel. "I will." The three of us went into my bedroom and climbed onto the bed. Olivia laid Timothée between us and started changing his zippy while Amelia and I sank against the ridiculous number of decorative pillows covering my bed. For a moment, I watched Olivia with her son.