Even After Death (olivia) Novels & Stories

I felt the moment my feet left the earth and my pup dying inside me. The wind rushed up to meet me, screaming in my ears. My bound hands flew out instinctively, useless. I saw their grinning faces from the cliff. Lila waved with a smile, kissing Smith. That was my last sight as Olivia Anderson. My gown billowed around me like blood-red wings and inside me…I felt a tiny movement….my pup kicked once as if saying goodbye. I closed my eyes…surrending to fate. Flashes came then, bright and cruel:

You're making me feel bad for having been angry in the first place Unknown Number: u had every right to be Olivia: Just shut up and stay awake Olivia: I mean it Olivia: Try not to fall asleep Unknown Number: Ok Unknown Number: can you send me a pic of urself Olivia: You're really out of it, aren't you Olivia: And no, I'm not sending a pic of myself in a "the last thing I want to see before dying is your face" hell no, we're not doing this, you hear me? Olivia: I know I'm beautiful, but no Olivia: The only photo you'd receive from me right now is a feet pic, and you wouldn't want to die with my feet as the last thing you watch, right?

She added, pulling the long sleeves of his dress into his collar. "I will." Said Death. Using his small eyes, he glared at her. Olivia smiled. She will conquer this country and will have her revenge after killing the child. She walked out of the room with a smile. Leaving Death and Draven, they don’t know what’s on Olivia’s mind right now. "If Lucifer hadn't just been fascinated by your beauty, the dying would have been balanced with the living." It whispered. Draven glanced at him, mixed hate and happiness are in his face. He agreed with him.

Vera's POV Olivia and I returned to my place after the funeral. I took Olivia upstairs to rest. It's been almost a week and Olivia was still in shock. None of us ever thought that the weekend Olivia visited her parents would be the last time we would all see them alive. Olivia appears to have lost the will to do anything but I know time is the healer of things and for now, all she needs is our support through this difficult time.

"So yeah, I showed him who you really were. Remember when I made you choose-his life or yours? You could barely stand, shaking and sobbing that you didn't want to die. And then, you stood there and let him die in your place." "Oliver died because of you. You're the one who killed him." "Don't you ever feel guilty, Olivia? He was such an idiot. Even when your face got slashed, even when they forced you to sleep with those filthy sub-wolves, he still begged me to leave you alone. And you? You were too drunk on the thrill to care he was dying for you." "Right up till the end, the only name he said... was yours." Maria's words sliced right through Olivia, like blades carving into her soul. Her p

what is Olivia up too now? hope I tried???

replied Abigail in her bit relaxing fashion. “Yeah… Let karma do its duties later on…” said the second woman still staring at her lover with her eyes full of love and affection. She then turned to Erito and introduced herself again. “I’m Olivia… Because I was so miserable, so sorrowful after Abigail’s death, I crossed the road without looking to the right and to the left. A big truck passed by and finally crashed me to death. Eventually, I can meet my Abigail again here…” Olivia was seen hugging her lover in her great exhilaration and exultance.

Victoria Bella Volkov: "No!... No!... Olivia… Hey!" I screamed, tapping her. She wasn't responding. She was slipping away—or should I say, she was already gone. "Nana…" "Nana…" "Nana…" "No!... Nana, please, please don't do this…" The children started crying as Olivia dropped dead in my arms. She was cold, her pulse gone. I looked at Vincenzo, but his expression was unreadable, as always.

Despite the luxury of the suite, the smell of death was still too close, and no amount of bravado could fully mask the fragility of the woman in the bed. "But still," Tim whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I don’t want to lose you. Not anytime soon. I was... I was terrified, Mom." Olivia exhaled, a slow, rattling sound, but her eyes snapped onto his with a sudden, piercing intensity. She gathered every ounce of strength she had left, pulling herself up just an inch higher against the pillows. "You forget who you’re speaking with, boy?" she asked, her voice raspy but steady. "I am Olivia Dorian, and I don’t give in easily—not even to Death. He’s going to have to wait a little bit longe

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.