Jess Olivia Novels & Stories

OLIVE BECKETT Summer and Jess chatted along while I ordered an apple fruit drink. Jess was going on about this hot guy she saw at work. She's an engineer, and most times, she says the men she works with are disgusting, ugly things that choose to cheat on their wives and hit on her. “Wait,” Summer said, dropping the menu on the table. Who would've thought that this woman, who I was oddly jealous of, had become my friend instead? “Why did you bring us here, Olly? And you haven't said anything since we've arrived.”

Olivia let out a shattered, high-pitched scream, her entire body vibrating as she hit a climax so powerful she nearly fell out of the chair. She was sobbing and laughing at the same time, her juice running down Hartley’s toy and onto the expensive rug. My head was spinning, my pulse thrumming in my ears as I watched Olivia limp back to the sofa, looking like a shell-shocked angel. Before I could even blink, Jessie reached over and snatched a fresh mimosa off the coffee table. She drained the entire glass in one long, aggressive gulp, her throat bobbing as she finished it off. She didn't say a word. She just grabbed Tracy by the back of her neck and pulled her in, smashing their lips together

"You are behind this?" "Surprised?" Jessica said as she took a glass of red wine from Hannah. She then took out a pill from her bag and threw it into the glass in front of Olivia. "Olivia, I think you should know that I hate to suffer losses. And I will make the others pay twice of what I lost." "What are you gonna do to me?" Olivia stared at Jessica in horror. Olivia couldn't move because someone held her down. Jessica walked over with the glass of wine. She held Olivia's chin with one hand and poured the red wine into Olivia's mouth with the other. Olivia tried to resist by shaking her head, but Jessica was much stronger than Olivia expected.

A little gratitude would be nice, right? “No, I really didn’t,” Ollie replied, equally irritated. “I’m pretty fast when I want to be, Jessica Day.” “Stop saying my whole name like that,” I said. “It’s Jess, just Jess.” A few more seconds of dead air passed us by before Ollie finally stepped back. “Well, I can’t say it wasn’t fun falling into you again,” he pointed a thumb behind him, “but I’ve got somewhere to be right now.”

I asked teasingly, knowing how much she hated being called that. “Come on, Les,” she sighed, collapsing onto the bed without caution. Her soft breasts shook aggressively, making my dick jerk. “My name is Olivia; call me that and stop with this kitten nonsense.” “So, did you get the job as an intern?” Her face lit up, and she smiled. “What do you take me for? I'm the renowned Olivia Brown, for goodness' sake. I get everything I want whenever I want it.”

“No, you don’t.” “I do,” Olivia insisted. “Your problems are…normal. Messy but normal. Not....” she gestured vaguely, “......whatever this is.” Daniella tilted her head. “You should be grateful, Liv. At least the secrets of your past are coming to light. You’re no longer living a life built by the deception of a certain individual. Now you have Theo, who will treat you better.” Olivia shook her head, jaw tight. “You don’t get it. I miss my old life. I miss when things were simple, when nobody was whispering about me, when....” She broke off, biting down on the rest.

"But I don't know how to stop feeling this way." Olivia knew what it was like to have something terrible happen and discover that surviving the event didn't mean your mind simply moved past it. After someone tried to kill her, nightmares followed her for months. Ethan eventually connected her with Isaac, one of New York's best therapists—and one of his close friends. "I'm more than certain Isaac can help you," Olivia said. "I'll text him tonight." She squeezed my hand. "And I'll personally take you to see him." I nodded.

Seeing Aurora with a gun by her motorcycle, he asked, "So you must be Olivia?" She replied, "Since you've heard of me, I'll get straight to the point. Do you know Jess, the arms dealer from Europe?" The bald man nodded, "I do. What kind of business are you proposing?" "I'll intercept his shipment. You get the goods, and I get the person." She had never met this Jess, only heard of him. Fabricating a deal was the only way to infiltrate their ranks. The bald man squinted at her, considering the enticing offer. Olivia was a top-tier international assassin; having her on board would almost guarantee success. But it was odd for a masked woman to suddenly show up and propose cooperation, wasn't it

Olivia sniffs as if the idea was demeaning towards her. "The offer is there, Olivia. Pax?" I can only offer the olive branch. I won't force her to take it. The little, matronly woman shrugs. I'll take her movement as a "yes" for peace. For now. I leave the kitchen and head back to Eurydice's room. I reach the place; the little girl is stirring and then sits up. She blinks away the sleep from her eyes. "You're awake, Jessa?" She inquires.

A photograph of herself,three months ago at a Royal wedding they had attended in England with her father and mother. The caption simply read "Her Royal Highness Princess Olivia of King City with her father, reigning Prince Alexandre Louis and mother Queen Anastasia" Jessica had seen the magazine in her godmother's room yesterday, after they arrived from the jewelry store. "I thought we were friends,it turns out i didn't even know who you were" Jessica said. "Jessy..i didn't mean to keep this from you guys" Olivia said,after a long silence. She's feeling so bad Jessica found out this way.