Fitz And Olivia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It's probably because you guys aren't dating yet, so you didn't introduce him to me," Ivy said with a small chuckle to hide her lie. "Ah, maybe so. Since I've been sick, no man has come and claimed to be my lover," Olivia replied, and Ivy just smiled. "Sometimes, without us realising it, humans will reconnect with each other according to fate," said Ivy. "You really believe in fate, huh?" Olivia said. "Yes," Ivy replied. They arrived at the factory, and the few guards in front of them greeted them respectfully. Olivia was a bit confused by their respectful response, which she thought was too much to greet fellow employees like that.

Olivia glanced at me with contempt, her voice laced with venom as she said, “You dared to marry Quentin, coveting what was never yours! You’re just a vain woman. How could you possibly dream of rising above your status? “A sparrow will never become a phoenix, and a phoenix will never turn into a wild hen! Consider this a lesson. Your fairytale is over, haha!” I stared at her in shock and hesitated before asking, “You… you didn’t lose your memory?” Olivia chuckled and suddenly grabbed my hand, pressing a shard of the broken bracelet into my palm. She let out a sharp scream, “Ah! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Natalie, I didn’t mean to! I thought Quentin had another woman. I had no idea you were the

I replied. Olivia sighed. “Can you do me a favor?” She asked. “Of course.” I said. “What’s up?” “Don’t tell him I was here.” She whispered. I nodded. “Okay.” I said. Olivia hugged me tightly. “Thank you for everything.” I whispered. Olivia chuckled. “No, thank you.” She replied. “Thank you for an awesome adventure. It’s been fun watching you randomly set things on fire. I’ll make sure to bring some popcorn next time.”

Mom would say, "Olivia is a young heiress with refined tastes. I won't send her more soup, then. I've saved up some money over the years, so take it and use it to bring her somewhere nice to eat. It's my treat." That kind lady was the woman Olivia called a liar who faked an illness to trap her into marriage. The doctors said Mom would've survived if she had been brought in minutes earlier, but Olivia had stolen those precious minutes of survival. Rage and grief crashed over me in waves, while her friends frowned and rolled their eyes at me in displeasure. "Watch your mouth, Tristan. Look at you. You should be grateful we even call you a boy toy—" "Shut up!" Olivia snapped, and her friends ex

" I replied, I watched as she walked out of my room. Putting on her flip flop that were close to the door. I sighed heavily, I already got the hang of things. Things won't be run like the way it was. My cousins were coming and it was obvious and clear my mum would be breathing down our necks now. I began to peel off my clothes, layers by layers. I had to clean up in time so has not to get late to dinner. I have gotten really close to itchy fingers, which made me realize I can't do without chatting with her in a day. I have gotten so attached and I knew it was too late to unattach myself. Olivia and I are like two peas in a pod now. Every time she comes here, we do all other things except fro

Olivia "I can't find the reason why you didn't tell me the truth, Olivia! I thought we're best friends. Didn't we promise each other that no matter what happens, no matter how difficult the situation is, we won't keep secrets from each other?" Matthew said with a distant look and a serious face. I could only sigh in response to what he said. Even I, until now, am still confused. But no matter what I do, I can't turn back time, right? It already happened and there's nothing more I can do.

Ended wars. The room seemed to freeze around it. Nathan stepped forward. Every muscle in his body rigid. Every word precise. "You listen to me carefully." For the first time, even Mitchell went quiet. Nathan's eyes never left mine as he spoke. "Whatever happened to Olivia before she met me is none of your business." Mitchell laughed. "That's where you're wrong." "No." Nathan's voice dropped lower. "What's wrong is that you've mistaken obsession for love." Silence.

“Kill me now.” “I’ll say, in bed, and we didn’t get to take a picture because we—” “Too excited to have sex after?” Olive glared at her. “That can work.” I chuckled. “You’re not Cristiano and Georgina. Have some originality,” she scolded us. “Fuck. You’re right, Olive. Any idea?” “Of course, I am. See?” She shrugged. “I’m useful.” “Then we have to go to the chalet and create a proposal. That’s where our first picture came out.”

She’s just staring, and asking a question. I try not to let my heartbreak sound out when I say, “Yeah, I called him about dad.” Olivia pushes herself up, golden curls spilling down her back, “We’ll find him. I'm sure there's some reasonable explanation.” “Just like there’s a reasonable explanation as to why you fainted.” Her brown eyes flash, and her spicy cinnamon scent spikes. “Turns out Nester Rist wants me for more than just an alliance. He wants to mate me as well.”

“How much longer are you going to embarrass yourself before you realize I don't want you anymore?” I scoffed. “And what gave you the impression that I still want you?”. Nate's expression flattened. I stepped closer, lowering my voice so only he could hear. “Do you really think I came all this way to beg for a man who didn't hesitate to cheat on me with my stepsister?”. His jaw tightened, but almost immediately, he replaced his anger with a small smile. “Olivia, Olivia, Olivia”. He stepped closer to me. Way too close.