Olive Theory Novels & Stories

OLIVE I was furious that Nolan lied to me. That he kept me in the dark and made a fool of me. That he made me fall in love with him twice, not knowing he was the same. I had thought I was a confused person. I had thought I was the weird one. The one who got mated to two people who are both alphas. One gentle, and the other ruthless. I had thought I was the strange one who had fallen in love with two alpha. I had had sleepless nights wondering why I loved the ruthless alpha as well as Nolan.

And, when I had let her know, Olivia's eyes had beamed with excitement and understanding, begging me to let her experiment as well. Unfortunately, Jonny had decided to show up and tried to open the door. At least we'd been smart enough to lock it, which gave us plenty of time to get ready and try to look relatively normal. “What are you thinking about?” Olivia's question brought me back to reality. "The first time I saw these beauties.” I answered taking my hands to her breasts to caress them over her shirt, fortunately, the bra was in absence. "Excellent memory.” She agreed with a breathless laugh "But I think there is something to celebrate today...”

To hear that Professor Hunter is interested gives me a kind of shock, and I can’t quite believe it even though he doesn’t seem like the kind of person to lie. “You are something of a blank slate, given that you don’t know much about your past. If we could look into it, if we could discover whether or not you have omegas in your true lineage, or not, as I’m hoping, then we can see if there’s a correlation. Or, as I’m hoping, there is not.” “And you truly think that I could be someone to help prove or disprove this theory…?” “Ollie, I think you are the key that could open everything.”

Everything depends on whether she chooses rebirth… or extinction. Olivia scrolled. What she saw next shifted everything. The Olivia Line was initiated in 1912 after the death of Eve Armitage, the first successful subject with the regenerative gene. Eve’s remains were used to create a controlled family line. Every “Olivia” since has been part of a generational program. You are number 11. Olivia felt punched. Eleven. Eleven lives. Eleven versions. Eleven cycles. She wasn’t just a survivor. She was a replacement.

Olive kept stealing glances at Joe as they drove to pick up Rose and Daemon from school. She couldn’t explain why she was staring at him, she just couldn’t seem to stop. Am I losing my mind? Olive thought as she turned to look out the window, trying to calm her racing thoughts. “Are you okay?” Joe asked, casting her a quick glance. “Yes… I’m fine,” Olive said with a small smile. “I was just thinking about Madam and her husband. I feel like something is wrong,” Olive added.

he whispered. But then, a sudden sound reached Aaron's ears - the sound of Olive's sobs. Startled, he swiftly withdrew, his gaze fixated on her tear-streaked face. Why was she crying? Had he frightened her? Had he been too forceful? A wave of guilt washed over Aaron as he realized that his actions mirrored the torment, he had inflicted upon her when she was his captive. He had foolishly believed that his love for her justified his forceful advances, that he could claim her as his possession. However, love does not operate in such a manner. In fact, if his desire for her body was solely driven by their bond as mates, Aaron would not hesitate to hurt Olive in order to satisfy his own desires.

“I’m glad you understand this Oliver. His too close presence vanished just as quick as it had become close. He was at a corner now, his jaw hardened and his gaze at a plain wall. “You both will grow into love, just as your mother and I did. Our both packs will merge, strengthening our armies, multiplying our resources, leaving us more than prepared against rogue attacks.” He stopped to take a breath and added, “There has been reports on something strange. Most said it's the rogues growing more powerful and had somehow placed their hands on some…magic.”

Olive, "We have been in the same class since kindergarten." "Oh, I suddenly remembered something." Before she started talking, Abigail began to laugh. "Olive had a nickname in primary school called Oil." "Ah?" Henry asked, "Why?" "Because, on the first day of the first grade, the teacher asked us to write our names in the book." William also smiled. "But Oli always thought the spelling of Olive was Oilve." "So at the beginning of school, every time she wrote her name," Abigail scratched, "she wrote Oilve."

Thea said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I'll explain slowly. Back then, your four major top families discovered Olivia's invention, which was a core technology that could destroy your business empire. As long as she handed over this technology, the research your company was doing would seem inferior and uninteresting. So, you instigated the Brown family to join forces and prevent Olivia from inventing her achievement. However, Olivia is a very pure scientist. She only knows how to conduct experiments and doesn't understand the constraints of business interests. Therefore, she didn't listen to any of you." Thea spoke slowly, observing the expressions of Alaric and his father as

what is Olivia up too now? hope I tried???