Novel & Cerita Even After Death (olivia)

"But I don't know how to stop feeling this way." Olivia knew what it was like to have something terrible happen and discover that surviving the event didn't mean your mind simply moved past it. After someone tried to kill her, nightmares followed her for months. Ethan eventually connected her with Isaac, one of New York's best therapists—and one of his close friends. "I'm more than certain Isaac can help you," Olivia said. "I'll text him tonight." She squeezed my hand. "And I'll personally take you to see him." I nodded.

she declares with darkened eyes. “You could have warned me. You could have explained to me who he was!” I exclaim. “Enough with the drama, Olivia. Stefan and this baby are the only reasons we are not dead yet. Right now, we would be on a dumpster, with no fingers or teeth so our bodies couldn’t be identified... Stefan is the only thing standing between us and that future. You must stop with the nonsense and keep him happy.” My dad states firmly, I tremble because I believe his words. “It’s not that difficult to understand: death equals bad, alive equals good.”

Her breathing slowed, the rise and fall of her chest becoming less frantic. "It's okay, Cassandra," Olivia whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and compassion. "It's okay." With one final, laboured breath, Cassandra's chest rose and fell. Then, the room fell into an eerie silence. "She's dead," Olivia murmured. At that moment, the healer rushed into the room, but it was too late. Cassandra's eyes were wide open, and she stared lifelessly at the ceiling. The healer placed a hand on her neck, searching for any sign of life, but there was none. He shook his head, confirming what we already knew.

"But in another version of events—in a timeline that no longer exists—I died. And so did you, Ollie." I felt her hand tremble in mine as she said those words. Watched our son's face go pale as he processed what his mother had just revealed. "I died?" Ollie asked, his voice small. "How?" Lumina knelt in front of him, taking his small hands in hers. "You got sick, baby. Your heart stopped working right. And in that other timeline, we didn't catch it in time. You collapsed in the town square and—" her voice broke slightly, "—and you died in my arms."

this thing was staring at her and she had to run! Olivia was in a moment if realization that Dan was actually dead and she was probably going to be the next. She could hear Lisa's voice saying she should get away from it, but it wasn't easy, what if she moved and inch and he pierced her with that ridiculous nail rifle of his. Olivia had never been scared in her entire life

He was weak and tired but he found his way downstairs, nonetheless, seeing the sole bed in the middle of the room, a black sheet covering the exterior of what was his mate. Being a wolf, even after death Olivia was able to heal from her external wounds. When Herold lifted the sheet, his breath was caught in his lungs. She looked as beautiful as he recalled when they first got married. Her light hair was folded neatly over her shoulders, her lips plump and lovely enough to kiss, even in death.

Olivia said as she cried profusely Ella couldn't respond as she dropped dead in the hands of Olivia Smith. George Roland's plan finally succeeded as Ella died in the hands of Olivia Smith, the mission for revenge had become toxic and deadly.

I muttered. All traces of amusement dissolved from her features. Olivia sucked in a sharp breath and quickly stood up from her seat. “I need to go check on the greenhouse,” she said. Just before she could make her hasty escape, I called out for her. “Just one last question if I may?” Olivia stopped short but didn’t turn around. “What exactly did Richard die from? I was given the impression that it was some sort of illness; however, I have a feeling that there is more to it.”

That was just what she needed to hear. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. I will be here for you," Olivia uttered. With those words she took her last breath. Warren's hands were stained with her blood as he tried to stop it, but it was in vain. Olivia died with a smile on her face. When he saw that she was no longer alive, Mark let out a sigh. He then looked at his two bodyguards and gave a signal to them. Without hesitation, each of them used a Reiteki blade to stab through their respective target's hearts. Death came instantly to both Jamie and Christina. Neither one of them had a chance.

“Liv, I don’t blame you for not trusting me. I’m worried about you… Someone must have done this intentionally, and I am worried they might hurt you.” Olivia sat on the chair by the bed. “John, this isn’t important anymore. I came to bid you farewell.” Instantly, John felt his heart skip a beat, and he looked at her in disbelief. “What… do you mean by that?” Olivia licked her dry lips before looking at him. “Oliver is dead. Pursuing this matter was pointless, regardless of what he did before. As for Hera…” She chuckled and said, “It doesn’t matter even if you date her. I was too impulsive before this.”