Oli White Fanfic Novels & Stories

I wish to wait for marriage. “This is ridiculous,” Syliva groaned, running a hand over her face. Dorian giggled happily as a horse passed by in the street. Syliva looked up with a smile at the child. “All right,” the omega conceded. Olivia only chuckled and kept dictating the rest of the letter. I hope to hear from you soon, alpha. (If you allow me to call you that, of course). Yours S. P

Alicia asked. I'm not, I feel stupid. My whole body feels awful. I've been having fever every morning. It ain't good. Olive explained. Ohh Sorry. Have you taken drugs? Alicia asked. No, I haven't. I'll do that later. Olive pouted her lips. Yaeee.. Sean is back. Olive giggled happily. Hmmm? Sean? Alicia turned to look at the direction Olive was pointing. Just as she turned, their eyes met. She quickly turned back with dialed eyes.

He also composed himself and look at me, I politely apologized and move back to my work, which is taking orders. When I was waiting for the orders, oli held me tight from the back and keep her head on my shoulder and let out a sigh. I kept my hands on top of hers, she whine and told me “ I am tired as hell cali lets take a half day off” while cheekily looked at me. I gasped and shake my head in no. “ Oli you have already taken enough offs please no more babes”I said showing her my pouty face.

OLIVIA JUNE They stood tall near our table, hands shoved into their pockets. The one in the middle locked eyes with me, his perfect smile revealing a set of white teeth that seemed to glint maliciously. 'Damn it, Olivia, your boyfriend is sitting next to you for crying out loud.' Their bodies were well-built and muscular. The girl on the left sneered. "Look at this. Look who we have here." "It seems what we did to your young sister wasn't enough, huh?" the guy beside the middle one mocked.

Seeing Vivian sitting on her own suitcase, Olivia quickly rushed over with a smile, "I'm really sorry, darling. I worked too late last night and overslept!" Vivian Kane sneered, examining Olivia and the little "marks" on her neck. "Hmm, you did really work late. Aren't you scared that your icy husband will break your 'silicone'?" Olivia's mouth twitched at the corners, silently cursing in her head. This girl's "silicone" must have frozen and fallen off once.

"Then tell me. What do you feel for Ophelia?" Lucian was silent for a long moment. Then he laughed, a short, bitter sound. "I feel the bond. I cannot escape it. Every night I lie awake, and I smell her. I taste her. I imagine what it would be like to have her beneath me, crying out my name." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Is that what you want to hear, brother? That I am just as starved as you? That I have to bury myself in Marielle just to keep from storming into Ashen Ridge and taking that girl like an animal?" Kaelan's breath caught. He had not expected honesty.

They do a nice job of asking me questions to include me, though. “I’m sorry. We’re just babbling on,” Olive says apologetically. “How has your day been so far?” I laugh nervously and look at Naomi who only smiles back at me. “Fine, I guess.” “Ellison was being a jerk earlier,” Naomi explains. “Well, it was sort of my fault,” I offer. “Although, now that I think about it, he could’ve been nicer.” “Damn right he could’ve been,” Naomi agrees. Olive shakes her head and picks up another sandwich. This one looks like chicken salad. “He’s such an idiot sometimes. Goddess, I hope he meets his mate soon.” She takes a bite and then looks at me wide eyed, like she’s said something she’s not supposed to

It’s a woman’s voice, but still Max felt tingling jealousy in him. “What the fuck, Oli? You are with a guy. Are you doing sex? Is he satisfied you? Look Olivia, if he can’t, don’t say with him longer. If he can’t fulfill you now, he cannot do it in the future,” Laila’s excited voice was so loud that Max heard everything clearly. His ears turned red but pretended to be busy reading mails. “I hate you, Laila,” Olivia shouted and cut the call.

I replied, rubbing my stomach. "Noodles, should I make some noodles for us?" She asked fiddling her fingers. "Sure thing." I replied. I watched her go into the direction I think was probably the kitchen. I picked up my phone and logged into my F******k account. I have missed itchy fingers. I sent her message immediately. Me: I have missed you so much. I went offline after the text, hoping she replies me. I hope she doesn't get to read my new story too, everything I did with Olivia was in it, Olivia depicts the female lead in the story. The last chapter was all about our intimate moments.

“This isn’t over, Olive. I swear you’ll regret this.” Olive met her gaze without fear. “You should have thought about that before betraying me.” Frank ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his eyes bloodshot. "Olive, we were once lovers. Do you really want to destroy me like this? Do you want to see me lose everything?" Olive’s grip on her wheelchair tightened. Her heart pounded, but her face remained calm—stone cold. "You never thought about that," she said, her voice icy, "when you were busy between my sister’s legs."