Romans & histoires Oli White Fanfic

“Why did he lie to me, why did he do this to me? I rested my forehead on the wheel, letting tears fall. I reached out to my phone to dial Lily's number,just then a call came in from a strange number, I picked holding it closely my ear wiping my tears “He will never choose you over me. What do you think will happen when I return? He is definitely running back to me. Stop wasting your time,darling.”The caller spoke, her words dripping like honey, yet hash. “You are Oliv, right?”. I asked praying she wasn't the one. “Yes! I am Oliv, and I am back for good, never leaving again. Gray and I already planned a date tomorrow, you might join us if you care.” Olive replied laughing so hard as she ended

“If I’ll ask you if you and Leon are a couple, your answer is our answer as well.” “Go straight to the point. We’re just friends.” Olive answered. Her eyes focused on Xieaniel’s hair. He cut the sandwich in smaller pieces and put it on Olive’s mouth. “Soon, we will not be ‘just’ friends,” Xieaniel stated that made Oriana smile. But Olive glared at him sharply and quickly chummed the sandwich. “What do you mean? Are you planning on betraying Aparctias? I’ll kill you if you do that.”

She returned his kiss with might, tangling his tousled hair into her fingers and lifting her face as he directed it to fit against his mouth. “I've been dying since we left the mating ground. The moon is driving me crazy, Olive,” he groaned as he kissed her jaw down to her throat while he dragged his lengthened claw across the tree behind her, trying not to lose control. Olive yanked on his shirt in a poor attempt to remove his buttons. She wasn't an Alpha wolf, but the moon's effect on her was heightened. “Ten minutes,” she muttered as she pushed his shirt away and he jerked it off.

hi! I felt bad for mixing up names, two chapters in a row. So a free bonus chapter from Olive's pov. Olive not Meave, lol. --- Olive’s pov “I had just broken up with my boyfriend of six months, when Ari started hitting on me. I know, six months doesn’t seem like a lot, but it is when you’re seventeen. I needed a rebound. It’s sound awful, but honestly it’s a way to cope. A way to get over someone.”

It was a little dark inside and I could hardly see anything. "Ly..Lycan..you sent for me.." I said with a shaky voice. That familiar scent hit my nostrils, making me grow excited and assaulting my senses. I could feel myself gradually growing wet underneath. "You.." I heard him say coldly and turned to his direction. He was sitting on a sofa beside his window. "Come here.." he commanded and I took slow strides to where he was. "What is your name?.." he asked Icily "Oli..Olivia, Olivia Gael.." I stuttered.

That's how she saw right through me a week into our friendship. "Well, it's not like that.” I said nervously. “Jane, come on. You know I won't judge you so please tell me the truth. Did you and Adrian fuck each others brains out.” I slapped my hand against her and looked at her with wide eyes “Olliva, not so loud.” I whisper- yelled at her. I felt something wet on my palm and I quickly pulled my hand away. “Eww Ollie, why did you lick my palm. That's disgusting and gross.

I told her just to annoy her. Olive stared at me in shock. Her face turned red before she threw the first thing she could grab. “Asshole.” I caught it and stared at the pointy heel. It was her sandal. “Really? This is deadly.” “Good.” She lay back and murmured, “God, like I don’t even know my best friend anymore. How could she fall for a playboy with a bad rep like Mad Shanewood?” I smiled, feeling the triumph. “You’d be surprised to know how much we have in common, Olive.”

I turn on my heel and walk away, without giving them another glance. When I arrive home, the air is thick with the scent of brewing tea and the faint, distant sound of a news broadcast. My best friend, Ollie, is already sprawled on my couch, flipping through glossy pages of gossip magazines, her expression dark with irritation. “You won’t believe the trash they’re printing.” She waves one of the magazines at me before tossing it onto the coffee table. “They’re painting Lila as some kind of tragic, innocent victim caught in a ‘love triangle’ with you and Raiden!”

I giggled. Olive’s face reddened. She wasn’t just embarrassed, but angry as well. “He did not break my heart! I was simply over him!” “Yeah, because he dated Clara Wachowski.” “Shut up!” The fun of teasing Olive finally made me forget about my worries. The tough and pushy Olive Hartwell would be weakened with only one reminder that she used to like Jim Roth, who was now the person she hated the most. I remembered our first middle school year faintly, and no, Olive didn’t get over him just like that after the news of Jim dating Clara who was a year older than us.

Skeptical glances shot between the group, but Olivine’s face didn’t flinch. “It’s true,” he said with conviction. “I’m one of the few Lycans to experience a mate bond, and it’s the most incredible feeling. It’s like Roisin is already a part of me. I won’t be with anyone else from now on.” Iridian’s eyes narrowed. Jealousy rolled off her in waves. “Oh, really? That’s a nice story, Olly, but I’ve heard that one before. You’re telling me you’re done with all your other interests just like that?”