Olivia Baker Novels & Stories

--- 【 Olivia and the Honey】 The spring she turned six, Olivia burned her first batch of bread. It wasn't on purpose. She just wanted to surprise Aurelius. Every morning, he woke at four to bake bread, kneading, proofing, braiding, egg washing, sprinkling honey and pine nuts. She'd crouched by the kitchen doorway and watched so many times, memorizing every step. That day, she woke at three in the morning. She slipped out of bed, padded down the hallway on tiptoe, and pushed open the kitchen door. The stovetop was too high. She dragged a chair over and climbed up.

Olivia froze, and she felt as if her heart had stopped. ‘He must have heard that!’ She hid it so well for four years, but now, he had heard it. Plus, he had heard it during such a situation. She turned her face, not daring to look at John’s face. When Zac saw this, he quickly asked, “Pheebs, who is this?” Olivia grabbed Jennie’s hand and took a deep breath before standing up. She said to Zac and Ken, “Zac, this is Jennie Sutherland. She’s my partner at the atelier and also my best friend.”

Olivia forehead creased, figuring out she was getting excited for something they weren’t invited for. “Oh, come on Chloe, this is a total waste of time.” She glanced at the boutique and then at Chloe with a frown. “No, it’s not!” Chloe quickly said and linked arms with Olivia incase she tried to leave. “My mom would be working at the kitchen since she is a baker and was invited to cook---“ “That still doesn’t give us the free pass Chloe.” Olivia interrupted her and Chloe shook her index finger at Olivia’s face. “We would have to go with my mom, as her assistants, with the other bakers too---“

“You don’t have that scar here. Was it because of the lip piercing?” “Not from the piercing. No.” He chuckled and shook his head, “I’ll tell you someday, Doll.” “Will you wear a leather jacket for me?” I asked, batting my lashes. He flicked my forehead without giving me an answer. Party-pooper. I looked at the other picture and paused. “She is beautiful,” I muttered, seeing Olivia’s face holding baby Caleb in her arms. She was American, with dark brown hair and darker eyes. Her cheeks were rosy pink, and a diamond glinted on her left hand.

He then handed the microphone to Olivia. Olivia calmly took the microphone, a smile on her lips, and stood there, unhurriedly expressing her thanks, "Hello everyone, I'm Olivia Johnson. I'm very grateful that you could find time in your busy schedules to attend my father's birthday banquet..." She was dressed in a gorgeous evening gown, wearing five-inch high heels. With a light smile in her eyes and a soft, confident voice, she stood on stage, exuding an elegance that was hard to resist. After Olivia finished her polite remarks, the master of ceremonies praised her a few more words, and then Alpha Hunter arranged for the cake to be cut.

“Didn’t know? he snapped. “Didn’t know you were marrying a coward who’d humiliate you—and us—on live broadcast?” "Dad, something could have happened to him." My voice came out sharper than I thought it would. " What could have happened to him? Wake up Camilla Baker, that boy has nothing to offer you but ruins" “Okay, enough” Olivia shot back, standing so fast her chair scraped the floor. “She’s the victim here.” My father turned on her; Olivia didn’t flinch, she pressed on.

I just nodded at them. " I am Olivia. I am a cheerleader." Olivia said. Oh. I nodded at her. What do they expect. Not all the cheerleaders are sluts and not all the people who had sex repeatedly are sluts nor whores. That is their choice. I don't know their reasons and I don't judge and I don't intend to find their reasons. That is their decision to make. "Sebastian." Sebastian said. I don't know that this is called knowing about them, I thought while I curtly nodded at him.

She finished soon and called Olivia, they had a lengthy conversation as she waited for someone to come and apply for a job. Williams couldn't believe it, Dominic's mate was right there standing in front him, not too far from their pack. He had gone out for a walk and decided to get Lyla and their babygirl something when he saw the new cafe and decided to check it out. Ollie's cafe? So she was a baker and owned a cafe? But what was she doing in this part of this country all the way from the city? He was really surprised to see her and realized the prophecy happened just as priest Fergus as said… she came to Dominic, all on her own. The reason was a mystery to him but he knew with time, Domini

Olivia’s eyes lit up instantly, and her expression softened in gratitude. “Really, Ronan? Thank you!” she said, almost whispering. “You have no idea how good her pastries are. She’s so protective of her recipes—barely lets anyone in on her secrets,” Olivia added, a mix of pride and frustration threading through her voice. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her expression. “Let me guess,” I replied, raising an eyebrow. “She’s Belvarian, isn’t she?” Olivia nodded enthusiastically, her gaze distant as if remembering something sweet and far away.

The great advantage as a wolf was that wounds could heal up themselves. “Ooh totally forget about that I guess I'm quite the unlucky one” he said bitterly. I had no idea what he meant and I wasn't ready to ask either. Derick seemed a little relaxed, “What's your name?” he asked suddenly. "And where are you from? What pack?" My heart pounded in my chest. I had to think fast. “My name is Olivia,” I replied smoothly, forcing myself to meet his look. “I'm from the Silver Moon Pack.” I lied, I didn't have a pack after all so I had to think of something