Elliot And Olivia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"If I am not picking up your calls, it obviously means that I have no interest in talking to you so early in the morning and ruining my mood, Reign. Why the hell are you acting like a desperate girlfriend?" I rolled my eyes. "I have news." I told him, knowing how much this asshole loved gossips. "What? Olivia wants to divorce your ass?" He snickered like a retard making me wonder if he was drunk in the morning? Or had he not gotten his first cup of coffee yet? "Yeah, she wants the divorce." "What? Really?" I could hear the chair creak suddenly as he must have hopped off it. "What happened to 'I am going to get you better and ruin my own life in the process'?" He did an unflattering imitation

The sight of him was both comforting and dangerous. “We’re running out of time,” he whispered as soon as the door closed. “Every day, he notices more. Every small mistake counts.” She nodded, shivering. “I know.” Ethan’s gaze softened, filled with something she didn’t dare name. “I will protect you,” he murmured, voice low. “No matter what happens.” Olivia’s throat tightened. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to let herself lean on him. But she knew that every shared secret, every stolen moment, carried the weight of Nuel’s shadow, and the trap he was tightening around them.

Jason turned to Olivia, momentarily speechless, while she smirked, recognizing that girls like Ella were all too familiar to her. "Do you want to say something?" Olivia asked, noticing his silence. "Not really. Ella was just a fling, and she seems unable to accept that it was a one-time thing." Jason replied awkwardly. Taking a bite of her pizza, Olivia quipped."Well, that’s what you get for not choosing a more mature partner." She chuckled at her own joke. Jason shook his head, a smile creeping onto his face. "She wasn't this dramatic before; she understood it was purely physical."

I didn’t even have the time to stop myself as Max pushed me to go to her room. I knocked, no reply. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. I gasped at the sight before me. Olivia was naked, sweating, fingers in her slick hole. Her scent invaded my senses. I couldn’t think. I entered her room fully. Locked the door. She didn’t move. She had some kind of confidence now, I knew it was because of the heat. I stood by the door. Our eyes locked, filled with heat. She dipped fingers back. As if calling me. My member twitched, ached at the sight of my mate. Olivia tilted her head back and moaned. My eyes flared.

I nodded faintly. “Peter, I’d also like you to be my father-in-law, but your daughter doesn’t want to marry me at all. I have no other choice. Please don’t call yourself my father-in-law in the future. It’s not right.” Olivia’s mother, Liz Reid, immediately teared up. “Olivia has been with you for two years. How can you just break up with her like that? You can’t bully us just because you’re rich.”

She had been harboring guilt, fearing that her presence and closeness with Ethan had betrayed her friend Mia. But now, Mia admitted that her marriage to Ethan lacked genuine love and was just a show for their parents. This reassured Olivia that her closeness with Ethan hadn't truly hurt Mia's feelings since their marriage was struggling, anyway. Olivia felt hopeful that this last act would end the charade, allowing Mia and Ethan to find genuine happiness, whatever that meant for them individually.

he asks. I shake my head. “I have to head to the store. My phone, I-I lost it.” I say quickly. I didn’t want him knowing, I was thinking about the night we met. =============== David Herrington POV “Okay why don’t we head to the mall together?” I ask Olivia. She’s been daze like since I spotted her staring into space all dazed. She looks up at me in shock. “What?” “I’m saying go get ready and we’ll go together to the mall to get you a new phone.” I tell her.

Olivia's POV The air around us seemed to shift, crackling with a heat and urgency that sent a shiver down my spine. Ethan’s eyes bore into mine, his wolf at the surface, a molten amber that matched the storm of emotions brewing within me. The moonlight filtered through the clouds, bathing us in its glow, making the moment feel sacred. His hand cupped my cheek, rough and warm, as his thumb traced a path that left tingles in its wake. “Olivia,” he murmured, his voice deep and raw, heavy with something I couldn’t quite name. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Bianca called worriedly when she saw where Olivia was standing "I couldn't sleep" "Olivia..." Olivia cut her off by raising her hand in the air "I know what you're trying to say but this time around, I know I'm not overreacting. The love of my life is dead and I'm pregnant with his baby" Bianca had no idea what to say so, she kept quiet and waited for Olivia to talk "Today is Friday right?" Olivia asked Bianca nodded "Mom and dad said that they'll be back today" Olivia said.

Olivia asked, her voice trembling as she spoke. “I can't give you the attention and love you need. I guess your fate is a bit cruel to you,” he replied coldly and walked past her, but she quickly held his arm. “Can you just stay with me for a while? Just pretend you care for a minute, please.” She begged as her eyes were about to shed tears. Olivia couldn't read the expression on his face. She struggled to look into his eyes, for a minute; it seemed like she got to him, but he changed suddenly.