Olaf Hugging Novels & Stories

Ella looked just like her father and sister, but her personality was a carbon copy of mine when I was her age. “Hey, baby girl. Where’s Olaf?” I asked with a frown. Ella was still too young to wander around the palace alone, and since she managed to drive away every single nanny we hired, we assigned her favorite guard to fill the role. Olaf was a giant of a man at six-foot-six with a huge muscular build. He was broody and scary as hell, but Ella adored him. It was obvious Olaf had a soft spot for her, too. He wasn’t the kind of guy to play dress up, but one day I walked in on him wearing a tutu while Ella painted his face in makeup. Now, whenever I saw Olaf, I couldn’t help but picture him

I shook my head and cleared the lump in my throat. "We don't have anything to talk about, Atlas. We're done. You're free now. What more do you want?!" My voice went high. I tried to distance myself from him but his hand was faster. In a blink of an eye, he already pulled me in and held me close inside his arms. I tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge. His hug was too strong and tight that I couldn't breathe properly. "I'm sorry. I know, it's too late. But, I'm sorry," he said. I felt him kiss the top of my head. "Just this once, Olive. Let me hug you like this."