Final Destination 5 Olivia Castle Novels & Stories

" She asked. I could not explain it to them. I could feel within me, fighting and clawing for control; she wanted all of me. She wanted complete possession, and I could not give it to her. I had too much to fight for. "We have to go back to moonstone." I muttered. "Yeah, I know." Olivia replied. "How do we get there before saltos? we can't get on a plane and there's no other way out of here." My father pointed out. "I might know someone who has a good means of transportation," Olivia said with a smile. Enough Saltos. It was time for him to leave.

Dominic locked the hatch behind us and grabbed a satellite phone from a shelf. As he dialed, I paced. My brain was spinning, each piece of the puzzle clicking together—and revealing even darker edges. Victor Caldwell. Richard Sinclair. Olivia. And in the middle of it… me. Dominic hung up. “Security’s covering our tracks. But we need to act fast.” “Where do we go?” I asked. “To the source.” He stepped closer. “My father’s old estate. The one he hasn’t set foot in since the day Olivia disappeared.”

Matilda added, pausing for dramatic effect. "What?" Olivia asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "There's an open opportunity for whoever wants to join them," Matilda revealed. Olivia's grin widened as she processed the information. "Oh, that's nice. Send me the location and time," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation. As she ended the call, Olivia's smile transformed into a cold, calculating gaze. She stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes flashing with determination. "Maddie Jenkins and Lucas Garrison, your end is near," she whispered to herself, her voice dripping with malice.

That would definitely bring him down from his high horse. I felt the corners of my lips tilt up, and I quickly stopped them. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I really about to smile over something so childish? “So, have you made your choice?” I asked, bringing my focus back to Olivia. “Yes,” she answered, her smile widening. “Greece. Santorini, Greece.” I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “How cliché.” “You have no idea how much I’ve read about it in books,” she said, stepping closer to my desk. “I want to see for myself just how romantic it really is.” I nodded. “Well, you’ll find out soon enough. We leave in an hour.”

Few minutes later, they reached the castle and Wayne took her straight up to their elevator in his arms. She complained and whined that she could walk and he should stop being such a gentleman. But since she could not read minds like him, she didn't know he was preventing people from seeing her looking so sexy and alluring. When they rode up to their quarters, Olive thought about where all the guests they were getting would stay. “Where are your important guests going to stay during the course of the mating festival?” she asked with furrowed brows as they walked past the fountain. She glanced at the sparkling aquarium and felt delighted at the beautiful fishes and bubbles and lights.

I grunted, ignoring Raya’s head snapping up to face me and watching Olivia lick her blood-red lips, her dark eyelashes fluttering wildly before she pushed her face closer to mine, towering over the maiden’s head. “Someone in the Castle is worshipping the dark moon, Your Highness, and I would be damned if I didn't tell you who it was.” Olivia Burns whispered cryptically and I could tell a few of the residents heard everything because a gasp went up across the silence that had descended so heavily in the room that it knocked the wind, right out of my chest.

Moreover, the royal family had also specifically instructed the both of them not to tell Helena the actual destination of the plane but to just tell Helena that the plane was returning to Northern Europe. So, both of them had rushed over from Shangri-La in a hurry. As soon as they had just entered, the Oskian girl amongst the both of them immediately came in front of Helena and said respectfully, “Princess Helena, Princess Olivia gave us an urgent order to take you to the airport immediately. We are going back to Northern Europe!” “To the airport?!” Helena asked nervously, “Why would Olivia want me to go back to Northern Europe so suddenly?” The girl looked at her apologetically and said, “I

Now. But I didn’t. Not yet. Not until all of this mess was behind us. As the days passed, our plan continued to unfold exactly as we hoped. Winston’s forces drew closer with few casualties thanks to strategic retreats, and our scouts reported that Olivia was making final preparations to return to the werewolf world. “Looks like she’s booked a ferry ticket,” Patrick informed us during one of our cellar meetings. “Under her fake name, of course. But we know it’s her. She’ll be here within a couple of weeks.”

Regardless of who took those photos, they were real, weren’t they? ‘That’s not true! I was just—’ Olivia’s anger flared, but she abruptly halted herself, her tone shifting from confrontational to plaintive. ‘Mr Baird, I just want to see Logan in person. Please pass the message to him that I’m waiting outside his house right now.’ ‘Which house? Silverwood Estate?’ ‘Of course! Where else?’ ‘Mr Wilde has more than a dozen properties,’ Terence muttered to himself. To Olivia, he said in a business-like tone, ‘I will relay the message.’

“The receptionist said she came in here a few days ago. She asked them to find where a letter was sent from.” “Well,” I pushed irritably. “She told her, and Olivia left immediately. “However, the letter was sent from Elvis Pine County in Virginia, P.O. Box 24531. My forehead wrinkled in concern. I turned to Pierre, and his eyes held the same worry that was filling my heart. “It's a pack of no return,” he stated, breaking the silence. I agreed with him. Elvis Pine was trouble. More trouble than I wanted my Princess getting into. “She is in deeper trouble than I thought. We have to find her before she gets there. Have you gotten the next video showing where she is? We need to stop her before s