Novel & Cerita Even After Death (olivia)

His death is actually in his favour. He made a phone call to Olivia, Olivia, "How is it going, did you threaten him" Cole, "He is dead" Olivia, "What did you do to him?" Cole, "I didn't mean to, I just lost it" Olivia, "Are you still there?" Cole, "Yes" Olivia, "Get out of there immediately" Cole, "Okay" Olivia, "No wait, I want you clean his office of every trace that's showed that you might have been there.

But Olivia stayed where she was, with her gaze fixed on the television. "Sis, what's wrong?" Ivy asked, seeing Olivia frozen in place and staring at the television that was showing the news about Zayden Sanders being caught on camera with Taylor. Everyone had concluded that Zayden's ex-fiancée was not really dead and had returned to him after Zayden's wife died. "Sis-?" Ivy looked at Olivia, who was shedding tears without stopping. "Ivy, am I crying?" asked Olivia, looking at Ivy. "Um, yes," Ivy replied.

SELENA’s POV. I stood in front of the grave for as long as my aching feet allowed me. I still couldn’t bring myself to accept the fact that Olivia was dead. She was not the hero she was meant to be but she still helped me to the very end and she lost her life because of me. “I promise I won’t allow your death go in vain” I muttered to myself as I sniffed back a tear. I wasn’t sure why the moon goddess was playing these kinds of games with me but this was getting too much—out of hand to be precise.

Olivia wiped off her tears from her eyes with her sleeves and watched her gradually approach the end of the cliff. “This is best for me. It is time to end all this, I will forever remember you,Miss Jonnes.” Muhai then said to Anthony. “Treat her well ” Her legs slipped, making her fall from the cliff to the bottomless pit until a sound of crushing bones were heard. Olivia looked upon the sky, kept silent for a well and moved to Anthony. “What did you say to her?” Anthony who just woke up from his trance asked, helped her into the car, reversed the car and drove away from the scene.

Who knows. I get distracted by some footsteps but I don’t look away from Mags, she’s my only focus. “If this is the sack of shit you want to defend, here he is. Viuda Negra dies tonight,” Dozer booms, as he drops Hugo on the ground, feet away. The male cries out in agony, though if he’s as high as I’m guessing he’s probably feeling a fraction of what he should. The Reeve’s eyes go wide as his arm with the gun lowers on its own. Mick doesn’t wait. We run toward him at full speed with all we have, just as I see a wolf I know to be Asher, also known as Missile, lunges from behind.

But she was trying. Back in Brimstone Pack, the air was quiet. It had been one week since Olivia died in the beast ritual. And two days since Percy left. Now, it was time to say goodbye to Iris. Everyone stood in the pack’s burial ground. The sky was gray. The wind was soft. Elena stood beside Salvatore, holding Amelia in her arms. Percy had drawn a picture of Iris before she left, and they placed it on the stone above Iris’s grave. A soft violin played in the background.

"Do you think just because we held the coronation ceremony and you became my Luna, you can do whatever you please? Let me be clear—if you don't reflect and confess, don't even think about getting out." Even now, he was still waiting for me to beg. Too bad I could no longer oblige. Leo was still holding Sophia, murmuring reassurances, when a subordinate burst through the door: "Alpha! The Luna—she... she appears to be dead!"

“Olivia, where is your mother now?” Olivia’s fingers went rigid on the coat hem. The loose thread hung motionless. Her lips parted then clamped shut again. She shifted her tongue inside her mouth and swallowed hard, her Adam’s apple bobbing once. “She’s dead.” Her voice blared three times louder through the mic, echoes reverberating across the dome before fading slowly into silence. “Last winter. She fell ill with lung cancer. She couldn’t afford medical treatment. She only checked into the hospital once she could no longer endure the pain, but it was already far too late.”

The feeling of being watched when you’re just trying to sleep. Hindrance is the clingy ex of human existence—it doesn’t take hints, doesn’t leave when you ask nicely, and sure as hell doesn’t care about your schedule. And you’d think, after death, it’d finally fuck off. But no. Turns out even in death, I can’t escape it. Ain’t that a bitch? I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, watching Leah breathe in her sleep. Her hair’s all tangled around her face, lips twitching like she was arguing with someone in her dreams. Cute.

What about Olivia? ***