Olivia Baker Novels & Stories

Both Artemis and Oliva had their hair tied up, and their wills steeled up, were now standing inside the ring. Dollar Twenty smiled when she saw the two stepping inside the ring, "On one side we have the 23-years-old Olivia Richards, the daughter of the honorary clan elder, Mr. Adam Richards of the Phoenix Gods. Miss Olivia Richard has been trained by her father all her life and is known by her peers to have a great talent for swordsmanship. Her skills are even acknowledged by Mr. Dev Bakshi."

Bianca murmured impatiently which earned a nudge from Olivia. "Mummy, she is my friend, she took me to the police station today when I got lost" Olivia's lips rounded, she wasn't really expecting that. "Oh..thanks for your help miss..by the way I'm Olivia Parker, his mum" "Becky Sterling" The smile on Olivia's face froze, just how many more Sterling's could she handle? don't they have anything else to do other than to ring her doorbell every now and then? "Oh..I see"

Olivia said with excitement. Asher raises his brows “You'll accidentally bake arsenic and poison me to death.” He chuckles. “I won't! Shut Up! You'll love it so much you'll faint.” Olivia covers her ears which burn from embarrassment. “Right. I'll faint into an eternal coma.” Olivia huffs “You'll see. I'll show you, Mob Boss Ash.” Asher feels content looking at Olivia’s blushing angry face, “Why Baking??” “Because. if I do it well, you'll like it” Olivia’s face turns a shade red.

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

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

Though, I started reviewing even before I graduated… nerves still lingering inside me. "What else?" Mrs. Alvarez asked. I don't know but they seem too interested in my life. "I'm also a fashion designer under Eithan Apparels. I do haute couture and wedding gowns." "Such a talent! I'm Olivia and a fashion model in the US. Hoping to work with you soon," said the gorgeous lady, Olivia Harris. "I'm just starting—" I was interrupted when Mrs. Gutierrez's voice dominated throughout the entire room when the door opened.

“What?” Olivia stepped forward, voice steady. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell Christopher who helped get me fired. I’ll let it go. But hear this, and hear it well... I’m not a pushover. Try something against me again, and I will bite back. Ten times harder.” Racheal’s mouth twitched, furious. “I may not be wicked or rude, but I’m persistent,” Olivia continued. “If I decide to come after you, I won’t stop until you fall."

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure." They had a lively conversation with Gaby later on, moving to where Olivia was to feel her skin. "She is a makeup artist and she will help change your look so you manage to stay incognito." "This gives me relief. But wait. Doesn't she have a family to go back to?" inquired Gaby. "She made this decision, honey. I didn't force her to. We ran a contest, and she knows everything about the plan." "Where will she stay for the meantime?" Gaby asked.

Olivia suppressed the doubt in her mind, shaking her head to show that she didn't know. Lilliana sighed in disappointment: “You don't know, I don't know, so who knows?" "No one..." Finally, Liliana quieted down, and Olivia could feel so peaceful and free. Honestly, Olivia kind of missed Oliwen. Although in front of Oliwen, Olivia has always been an innocent and cute little girl. But sometimes, Olivia really couldn't stand Oliwen's personality. At least when being with Oliwen, she still had time for herself...

Olivia asked out of the blue while we were searching online. “Yes, I’m a pastry chef.” I told her with a proud smirk. It was one of the only things I could declare openly and fully boast about just a bit. “Would you be interested in making the wedding cake, too?” She asked, setting her laptop to the side and wringing her hands together nervously, as if I’d say no. “Of course!” I jumped up excitedly, “I’d love to! What kind are you thinking? What flavor?” Olivia’s eyes widened and an amused, open smile lit up her face. It was the most genuine I’d seen her all day.