Is Olivia Casta Ai Novels & Stories

- Pure said Oliwen: “Huh… But… Why?” Pure: “Are you kidding? She is one of the nominees.” Oliwen: “Ok, Olivia, you will come with us.” Then Olivia was brought to a strange place. Though she is eight hundred years old, she’s still so young compared to other people here. This is a luxurious and noble space, full of sparkling things. Olivia also caught Oliwen's arm, and innocently asked: “This place looks beautiful but so strange and mysterious, Mr. Oliwen, can you tell me what is that?”

Ciara, the Irish priestess who handled legal affairs for women who crossed supernatural lines, crouched beside him. “He’s unstable. Burning through timelines. He shouldn’t even be alive.” “He’s alive because I brought him back,” Olivia said quietly. “Exactly,” Ciara replied. “Which means you are tied into his instability.” The priestess from Rio, Isabella, fierce and glamorous, leaned against a cracked pillar. “Is this a love story or a disaster?” Olivia didn’t blink. “Both.” A ripple of smirks moved through the circle. They respected bluntness.

Leonardo The following day after Isaac's attack on my family. I sat in the sun room feeding Cassandra her milk bottle when I heard footsteps, I turned to find Olivia standing by the door, and for once after a long time, she looked alive in cotton pants and a Cardigan. “Do you want to…?” gesturing to the bottle in my hand. She shook her head and walked closer towards us, finding a seat next to me. She took Cassandra's blanket and put it on her lap.

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

"Pheew! Finally," someone released a long breath beside Mirabel, she turned her head and smiled at the young lady with short brown hair and doe brown eyes that stood beside her. "Yeah, finally, now you can have a rest" She patted Olivia's back, the young lady was aerophobic and had been complaining almost every passing second when they were on the flight. Olivia was her assistant at SPOTLIGHT ENT. of Country B, she was paired with an assistant after the drama she had acted in Country B.

Her eyes teared up once again. "Brother" she chocked Kairo frowned with concern. "Baby sister, are you alright? Are you crying? Did someone hurt you? Tell me a name and I will bury them by morning" he asked protectively. That made her cry harder. She is an emotional mess. Her mobile slipped from her fingers, but Carlos caught it mid-air. "Mr. Bianchi, I am Carlos Volcov, Olivia's friend and Alessandro's cousin. She has been crying like this for the last forty minutes. She is not telling me what happened " he shared with Kairo.

"We’ll be ready whenever you are, sweetheart." Elena wiped away the tears that began to fall. "Thank you for choosing to trust us, Olivia." Cecilia smiled, still holding the pendant on her neck. "My name is… Olivia, right?" Damian nodded. "Yes. Olivia Lancaster Sebastian." Cecilia looked at the name for a moment, then softly said, "Such a beautiful name..."

Maya barked out, "When you're with me you do not say that word! Got it?!" "Y... yes," Olivia stuttered out in fear, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that." "Hmm," Maya grumbled, then spanked Olivia hard again, "Get on your hands and knees whore." Olivia climbed off Maya, accidentally dragging her knee against Maya's big, ebony breasts. Then she got onto her hands and knees while Maya rummaged in a wardrobe. Olivia marvelled at Maya's body. It should have been obvious given he name, but she really did look like Maya Jama, the celebrity.

I walked past him, went to my dressing table and lathered lotion on my skin. “Olivia, talk to me, please.” He begged but I wasn’t ready to say anything. I was still angry, and I blamed him too. Instead of asking questions and finding out what happened to Lupita, he pushed her out. “Baby, please. You are making me worry, what is wrong with you, did Lupita do something to you?” I glared at him. “What do you think she could do to me? I am Olivia Wallker, daughter of a mafia kingpin, ex-wife of the manipulative and cunning Nick Jones, my friend and brother is Ethan. Tell me, what could Lupita possibly do to me?”

William studied his stepdaughter carefully and leaned back in his chair. Olivia was smart. She didn't need to think twice before understanding that her father had gotten himself in trouble. Her father had just sold one of them to his boss and had to try his hardest to impress him. This was their way out. She'd become his wife and her mother would be set free. She just had to choose her words wisely. It was also clear that her father was planning something and he desperately needed her to fulfill his twisted desires. Alyssa was his favorite child, but she was just as greedy as him.