Noa Olivar Novels & Stories

Each time hoping her scent would appear—on a file, on a fabric, in the wind. The door opened a crack, and Olivia entered, clutching a tablet. She looked pale, but composed. “Still nothing from the western team,” she said quietly. “Noah’s checking the northern perimeter. They’re rerunning every traffic cam around the neutral zones.” I didn’t answer. I just stared at her, jaw tight, fingers digging into the edge of the table. Olivia cleared her throat, stepping closer. “You need to eat something, Damien.” That was the wrong thing to say.

"Get your brother in my trunk, the black SUV has a compartment in the back. If you lift it there is enough room for him to curl up inside of it and you can shut it. It's where the spare tire went, but we used it on our way here. Lady Ella, please consider coming with us and getting out of here yourself. It's not safe for you here!" Noah said then pulled back and looked at her, bringing his hand to her face and wiping the tears with his thumbs that we're streaming down her cheeks. He could see so much pain in her eyes for the first time. He could see her walls had finally dropped and her fake act was no longer there. What was there was everything she was hiding from the world. She then forced

Roselyn: Aahh. Awkward silence. Roselyn: What's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Sorry? Clears the throat. Roselyn: I said, what's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Oh. Its pale orange. Noises made by other students spread. Roselyn: I'm sorry WHAT? Joslyn: Pale orange! Rose/Kate: WHAT ORANGE? Joslyn: PALE ORANGE! Still unable to hear anything. Teacher arrives, and we excuse ourselves. End of story.

“I’m surprised to see you both here. Especially together.” I felt Agnes stiffen beside me, and my gaze snapped to Olivia. This wasn’t the casual encounter she wanted us to think it was. She’d brought Noah along to dig under my skin, a clear attempt to show that she was moving on and to dangle the threat of a rival alliance in front of me. “Just a brief vacation,” I replied, keeping my tone light. “Sometimes it’s good to step away from responsibilities.” Noah’s smirk widened, a spark of mischief lighting his eyes.

She bombarded her with questions. “ Calm down, Ma!” she chuckled at her mother’s outburst. “ I’m calm." “ For starters, we are not dating yet. Nobody has asked anyone out, and he’s a bartender,” she explained. “ When am I meeting him? I met Ida when she wasn’t dating Elon yet, so that changes nothing,” her mother shrugged, cutting through her casserole with its flavors bursting in her mouth, making her moan in delight. “ This is really good! Kudos, Rita,” Alyona complimented.

“Nova is spoiled by her Grandpa, her Dad, her brother, me and Hank. She pouts but is harmless.” “I am not harmless,” Nova counters, hugging him back. “Harmless” Oliver mouths over Nova’s head, before saying out loud. “She is also 15, so her emotions are not in check. Give her a minute.” Juliet nods. Nova punches Oliver’s side, but he barely feels it. “So, Catherine and Terry, what about your mate?” Juliet asks Oliver. “Mine?” Oliver laughs. “I’m sure she is Livin' La Vida Loca somewhere, completely unaware she is a Luna. I’ll find her one day.”

Oliver “Alright, everyone, we have a special visitor today,” Narissa claps her hands together, capturing everyone's attention. “I want you all on your best behaviour, and maybe you can learn something from our guest. I stand at the side of the old arena, waiting for my announcement. There are men and women of all ages, as young as 16 and as old as 50, if not older.

Olivia said. She went near her table and pulled out her drawer. A smile curved up her lips the moment she saw the caller. Krysie hurriedly answered the call, her smile isn't leaving upon her lips. “Hey!” she greeted and went back near the printer. “Hey, Hon. I'm in New York now. Still in the office? Can we meet? I'm excited to see you,” Noah said from the other line.

But Noah had stood in her way, opposing her every step of the journey. With a trembling resolve, Olivia made up her mind. She couldn't tolerate Noah's presence any longer. He was a constant thorn in her side, a hindrance to her aspirations. She knew she had to confide in her father, seeking his guidance and support to find a way to eliminate Noah from their lives. She knew he did not have sufficient evidence now; if not, he would have come out to tell the world. She would get rid of him before he does. As Olivia and Noah engaged in their tense conversation, the atmosphere thick with animosity, the sound of Noah's ringing phone suddenly pierced the air.

Though not enthusiastic as she was to Maya, Olivia put on a polite smile when she greeted Ava, and this time she was smart about it-- "The Silver Moon Pack," Olivia whispered to the girl standing by her side while Ava was filling the form, "check the list." "18th," The girl checked her iPad, scrolling fast, "not too bad... Ohh, her dad, Noah White, was one of the Sexiest Man Aliva! Well, 20 years ago, haha!" Noah's pack broke at the beginning of the year, but the list only renew every year, so right now their rank was still 18th, to the public.