Even After Death (olivia) Novels & Stories

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.”

"I initially planned to buy the Fordham residence back and have you bury my ashes under the tree in the courtyard. Since I was born there, it would be great if I could be buried there too. Besides, I figured that if I couldn't ever see my father again—" Olivia paused for a moment before she continued, "Since he wouldn’t give me that chance, it doesn't matter. When we die, we all turn into dust. It doesn't make a difference where I'm buried." Tears welled up in Everly's eyes as she held Olivia, crying aloud, "Why does it not matter? If you're buried at the Fordham residence, I can visit you and pay my respects. "But if your ashes are in the sea, I’ll need to steal Poseidon’s trident to see yo

I sniffled quietly, pushed down the lingering unease in my chest, and walked toward my senior, who had come to pick me up with a faint smile. In the days that followed abroad, I threw myself into intense studying. Whatever thoughts still lingered in my mind were gradually buried under the weight of coursework. If not for a late-night phone call that came across the ocean, I might have completely forgotten about Olivia. "Hello? Is this Patrick? Olivia has just passed away. Before she died, she insisted we contact you. She asked me to tell you this: 'Patrick… in the next life, I won't miss you again.'" The call ended.

That Olivia died tonight, under the full moon's unforgiving light. The question is: what will rise in her place?

“Okay, stop it, Lucas. You’re ruining the mood. I’m not going to die.” “Then why are you talking about your will?” Olivia questioned, seeing reason with Lucas. “He’s right. This was supposed to be a happy get-together. I just got back from this amazing village where I learnt all sorts of things from the locals, and now I’m hearing that you’re going to die? Are you trying to kill yourself, daddy?”

“Liv, I’m not bothered about all these things. I will survive, I survived the bullies, remember?” Olivia smiled at the thought. They were in the final year of high school and Olivia couldn’t wait to be out of this hell;. She was going back into class when she heard a commotion in the toilet. Her best friend lay on the floor bleeding out profusely from between her legs and by the time Olivia called for help and Lucy got rushed to the hospital, she had already died. Her heart had stopped, the doctors said. Too much blood loss.

She couldn't think properly as she kissed Joe and kept asking for forgiveness. Anaya cried with her mother. She was caressing his father's corpse when William decided to go with them. They quickly burned his body, even though Olivia didn't like the idea of it. “I'm sorry, Joe. I'm sorry!” Olivia kept muttering, while her eyes didn't stop forming tears. She bit her lips to prevent herself from crying. – In the evening, Olivia couldn't accept that her mate was still dead. She went to the kitchen, and she saw Luna brewing some coffee again. She hugged Luna tighter and cried on her shoulders.

“Father is dead,” Olivia announced with a straight face, whilst seated on Rhys bed, after the earth shattering orgasm he had provided her with. “What the fuck? You're joking right?” He scoffed dismissively. “Of course you're joking. You wouldn't speak so casually if Dad was actually dead.” When she didn't blink, or make any attempt to move her face, he sat up. “Liv, what the fuck happened?!” “Luca,” she answered sharply. “He killed him. Showed me a picture of his dead body too.”

And next to our name, carved in smaller letters, there was a line that said, "May we never meet again in the afterlife." This was my final punishment for them. I would never forgive them forever.