Empty By Olivia O'brien Novels & Stories

"Are you certain nobody followed you?" Olivia's voice cut through the thick murky air of the abandoned warehouse as her heels clicked ominously in her approach to a group of men waiting under the dim light of a flickering light bulb. The tallest of them was a man with a scar running down his cheek-forwarded. "We're professionals, lady. Nobody knows we're here." Olivia's mouth shuddered into an upward curve; her eyes were quivering with terror. "Good. I want this done quietly, spotless of any errors. If you mess this up, it won't be my plans that are ruined-it'll be your lives that end."

"The show will begin in a few minutes. I don't know if Jenna will join you here, but expect her anyway. I need to go change into my costume now." "Alright, see you at the show's end," Olivia said. "break a leg." I copied the popular dancer slang, and Zuhra rolled her eyes. She sprinted away from us, and I focused on the empty stage. Many people were already seated below, but I guessed we were early since nothing was happening yet. "Oh, look," Olivia said, pointing at something on her phone. "today's Blaze Griffin's wedding." I resisted the urge to snap at her. I know that all too well.

A breath of damp, old air rolled upward, carrying the smell of stone, metal, and something older… almost metallic. The house groaned. Her phone buzzed. She yanked it out, hands shaking, and saw a new message. Unknown number. Timestamp 03:43 AM. A video file. She didn’t want to play it. But her thumb tapped before her mind could stop it. The video opened. Darkness. A single candle. A room that looked like a basement. A stone floor. And in the center, Olivia. Her heart plummeted. She was wearing a white shift dress, soaked at the hem. Her hair hung loose and wild down her back. Her eyes were open wide, but empty, like someone had scooped her soul out.

When the property manager calls me, I'm in the middle of picking out the curtains for my new home while sitting behind my desk. "Ms. Grant, the moving truck hired by your partner is stuck in the underground garage of the apartment. Do you need help dealing with this incident?" My hand, which is clutching the mouse, freezes at that moment. I haven't even received my keys to my new place. How can I possibly be moving my things there now? "But Matthew showed up with the permission slip that you signed and claimed the keys. Right now, he's carrying the bed into the master suite. "He told me that you've given him permission to let your relative, Ms. Rosalie Sullivan, and her child move into

Sadly, I didn't get lucky to have one. "Did you watch the premiere of the Euphoria last night?" Olivia said in the middle of my day dreaming. She's holding and tying up her hair in a bun. Thanks god, I almost ate all of her hair. "No. I'm doing our homework" She slowly turned her head with her shocked expression. She then put her hand on her face and wipe her eyes going down. "Shit. We have homework? I didn't even know.. "

She still calls me that. "Hi" I replied calmly. "Can I sit?" She pointed at the seat Justin sitting on. Was she really trying to be a Bitch? "Justin's there as you can s.." "It's fine bro" Justin said as he got to his feet and walked away. He never liked Eva, and I guess he wasn't in for any business with her. "So what's been up with you, Olly?" "Nothing much. I'm good" I replied curtly. I surprisingly found myself uninterested in whatever she was saying. Lois later came back, dressed in a short silver flair gown and a simple wedge sandals.

Emily nodded, she looked at the various essential oils and bath bombs that were neatly lined up on the shelves in confusion, "What scent do you want? she asked without looking up at Olivia. Olivia threw a bottle of perfume against the wall until it shattered to pieces. "Look me in the eyes when you're talking to me! who do you think you are?" Olivia shouted furiously. Emily gripped the small towel tightly in her hand. Refrain from resisting from James' story, she knew that Olivia could do anything big she hated someone. Your Mother's life is in your hands….. Olivia hissed cruelly. *******

The four girls looked at each other in silence for a while before they finally understood what Olivia was trying to say. The four girls then stepped out of the restroom after having their fun as Olivia told the three girls to go ahead without them since she needed to get her history textbook in her locker (their history teacher said that they would get detention if they don’t bring their textbooks in their next class). The blonde felt satisfaction as she took one last look in the restroom before walking away—before leaving the unconscious Erica seated on a toilet bowl with her shirt and pants soaked in the bowl beneath her. Evil. That word was invented to perfectly describe Olivia Jean.

“That’s impossible.” “Is it? Because I’ve never heard Evelyn sound more sure of anything in her life than this!” I countered. Olivia furiously shook her head. “No! She has nothing on me!” “Clearly she does,” I spat. “Let’s see, she already has her hands on that goddamn journal you were so fond of back in college. You know, the one that you failed to retrieve time and time again?”

Olivia wanted to win the competition for his father. Olivia went to school without anyone noticing what she was going through. When asked why she was absent for the last few days, she would say it was due to a personal emergency. Olivia was an excellent actress. She told me not to tell our friends about his father's death, but Nova knew because Olivia's brother on her father's side is Nova's bodyguard slash driver. Yes, it was Kobe.