Even After Death (olivia) Novels & Stories

I whimper as I look at her soulless body. "I didn't get the chance to get close to you as much as I wish we would have been, but you've been such a great person to me. You are really irreplaceable. Rest in peace, Olivia," Evelyn says through her tears. "I wanted to make you my wife, I wanted to give you your dream wedding, I wanted to give you a beautiful fairy tale life, but you were gone so soon, Liv. I will never forget you, Livia. I will forever be in love with you," Roland cries, not caring about his image. Her death will always be a dark spot in our life, we will never be able to erase her memory from our lives; she is simply unforgettable. We watch as Olivia's casket gets lowered and

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

I moved away when her fingers began to pull on my hair, licking that incredible place goodbye and making her flinch one last time. "Olivia... My love... You're incredible” I gasped, still hallucinating with that religious experience. When I reached her height, her eyes were closed and I noticed that she was still shaking, her breathing irregular, so I let her recover while she patted my shoulder a few times. I’d take that moment to my grave. Only Olivia and I will know what happened in this incredible night. After a few seconds Livie had decided to return to the land of the living and opened her eyes, still dilated.

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.

Olivia smiled. “No, we don't.” THE END

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.”