Fitz And Olivia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Eventually. “I fought it for six years!” Olivia grits out, her tone low and lethal. “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!” “But were you happy, sweetheart?” Uncle Finn asks. “Because I know from experience that being separated from your fated mate is physically painful. You must have been suffering without them.” “Not as much as I suffered with them.” She whispers and my mind instantly returns to that day in the forest, the day one kiss brought me to my knees.

"Dante, they send out letters in batches. I'm sure you'll get yours soon." I sighed, feeling a bit reassured by her words. "I hope so. I really want to get into Wexford." Olivia smiled, like she had a secret to share. “Why?” I smiled back, “It won't be bad if we got into the same school. Would it?” She heaved a heavy sigh. “Dante, I told you—” “I know,” I stared back at the road thoughtfully. “I’ve liked you since high school, you know?”

Or ten? I wanted to be proud of her. I really did. But all I could think about was how quickly she’d fit in. How easily she seemed to impress everyone. And how I was suddenly... not the brightest in the room anymore. Lola, who had been laughing beside her, turned and grinned. “You guys don’t understand. Olivia always gets the perfect score. She’s like... unbeatable.” Someone snorted nearby. “Usually. But not today.” I glanced at them, then looked away.

Aziel asked shamelessly. “And what the hell do you mean by doing the same thing? Have sex with my brother-in-law? How disgusting!” She paused, trying to hold back her nervousness. “Even if you are the last man on earth, I would never spread my legs for you!” Olivia's face went pale as she yelled at him. “Then, I will make you spread your legs for me.” Aziel's fierce hands reached over to her waist, pulling her to himself. He smashed his lips on hers before she could talk. Olivia tried to pull herself from him, but couldn't.

"No, Fitz, me and Olivia are.... you understood the first one and you're totally just fucking with me now, aren't you?" "I did want to see how long I could keep that up." Tim nodded, before tipping the slice of pizza he was holding towards them. "Mazel Tov" "You knew?" Olivia asked intrigued by the lack of reaction, Tim turned to her and shook his head. "No, but if you like I could try and see if I can somehow phone myself five months in the past so I can tell someone who would be surprised by the news." Tim returned to being engrossed by his pizza "You two couldn't have been any gayer for each other if you took an eight month training course on the subject."

Restricting Fabian so much would only spark Fabian’s displeasure, and it would not benefit her cooperation with him. However, if it were not for Dorothy’s excessive behavior, Olivia would not be able to deceive Fabian. She shook her head and sneered at the thought. Sometimes, she felt that Dorothy and John were the same. They both were possessive. Olivia stepped on the brakes at a traffic light and opened the window to get some air. Looking around, she saw Dorothy and Mr. Clarins at the coffee shop. The two seemed intimate. Dorothy was smiling as she patted Mr. Clarins’s hand.

She stared at me with a frown, as if considering whether to believe me or not. Confusion clouded her face, then relief. She smiled at me and nodded. "So you were not the one?" She whispered, looking doubtful. I nodded immediately, trying to clear away her hesitation. She crawled to me and buried her face in my neck, hugging me. I frowned thinking about all I heard as I caressed her back to comfort her. When did Olivia get so vicious to pit us both against each other? Her plan was definitely to have her die hating me, and make me hate her in return by feeding me lies.

"Whatever happens, I will protect you and Daniel. I promise." Olivia smiled, but that smile still contained calculation. "We shall see, David. We shall see." Night fell, and Olivia and David prepared to attend a fashion event. Olivia wore a luxurious red gown that emphasised her slender, graceful figure. Her hair was neatly pinned up, and her makeup accentuated the beautiful face she now possessed. David, in a classic black suit, couldn’t tear his gaze away from the 'ugly' wife he had once abandoned. Admiration, jealousy, and something deeper blended in his eyes.

“Liam’s downstairs waiting for me. We’re leaving for our honeymoon.” Laura’s eyes widened dramatically. “Well damn,” she laughed. “Someone’s coming back completely wrecked.” Olívia burst into genuine laughter. “Laura! You’re terrible!” “I know,” Laura said proudly, tossing her hair back. “Now spill it already!” Olívia took a deep breath, her smile turning sweeter. “It was so romantic...” she murmured. “We finally understood each other. We talked a lot. And...” She bit her lip conspiratorially. “We had sex on the piano.”

I felt the twitch again, then she opened her eyes. “Lucian?” She asked gently, her eyes went to our interlock hands, I immediately snatched my hands away. She shook her head. “Hold me, please,” She said. Her voice shaky. I hesitantly held her hand. She tightened it. My heart soared. Max jumped around. “Mate doesn’t hate us anymore ” Max said. I secretly smiled. Olivia was no longer scared to touch me. I was excited beyond measure. The mate bond thrummed. She was beginning to accept the bond.