Olivia Black: Books Novels & Stories

She put her hand back in her pocket and suddenly bumped into the small book inside. She took it out and looked at it, noticed the signature on the back cover, and immediately remembered what happened this afternoon. Seeing this, Olive turned out her mobile phone and opened the web page to enter the words "Leo". She wanted to find out exactly what Leo does so that the signature had a place to go. Otherwise, it seemed strange to always have a book signed by someone else. As soon as Olive pressed the search button, the light beside her dimmed. Without clearly reading the contents, Olive looked up and noticed that Liam's figure appeared in the field of vision.

Chapter one Olivia (POV) Hey, my name is Olivia Russo I'm 21. I grew up with 6 older overprotective brothers and an overprotective dad which I still call Daddy. My mother died when I was still very so I never knew her. For the last three years, I've lived in New York with my abusive boyfriend Bash. In the beginning, when I meet him in high school, he was nice and sweet the best guy I've ever met but after we left school and I moved in with him he showed his true colors.

The little drama queen, he thought, just like her mother-in-law. The thought brought a faint smile to his face as he leaned back in his seat, feeling a sense of calm settle over him. He heard the sound of heels, a sharp click-clack that he was now all too familiar with, and turned his head. There, walking towards him with a slow, deliberate grace, was Olivia—the devil herself, disguised as a vision in black. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, a black that seemed to cover up the entire room, draw attention to every line and curve. Around her neck, a diamond necklace gleamed, the deep sparling stones matching her dress and reflecting a dangerous allure.

Her brown eyes glowed with approval. Angelina remained thoughtful while she finished off the food on her basket. Her gaze again drifted to the floor. A young and very very attractive boss. Hmmm... And she'd bet her blue-violet eyes, he was a mafia leader, too. She was very sure. It was too easy to recognize.

I couldn't focus on anything. My body is on fire. It’s itching to move on its own, seeking pleasure, wanting the release. He was driving me crazy and I felt like nothing was in my control. Somehow, this was everything that I wanted at this moment, and yet… and yet… “What do you want, Olivia?” he whispered. The voice is enticing, making me lose all sense of control. I want to be ravaged. I want to be owned. It’s driving me insane.

With expansion and its own sales channels, the site is not a leader in literature. Meeting Liam was a stroke of luck for Olivia. Back then, her mother was undergoing cancer surgery. Olivia, a lowly newspaper editor, found Liam writing in the hospital. She was overseeing a fantasy novel section, and Liam happened to be writing that genre, making her his first reader and close ally.

It was Olivia, my loyal friend who had stood by my side through the tumultuous journey of my pregnancy. "Amelia, you won't believe what I just heard," Olivia's voice came through, laced with urgency. "Isabella Blackwood—Ethan's mother—knows about you. She's planning something, something big." Dread coiled in the pit of my stomach, and my grip on the phone tightened. Isabella Blackwood, a name I had come to associate with power, manipulation, and an unwavering determination to protect the family empire. I had heard stories of her shrewdness and her unyielding control over every aspect of her son's life.

The book was older than anything Olivia had ever seen, its cover a deep shade of maroon, almost dark enough to be black, with intricate golden symbols etched into the surface. When her fingers brushed the pages, she felt the pulse of magic flow through her. It was as if the book itself recognized her touch—knew that she was the one meant to uncover its secrets.

she snapped. “That was different, our situation was diff….” The expression on Olivia's face effectively shut him up. “Fine,” he said resignedly. She was a small but ferocious woman. “You look so gorgeous in black,” Aaron whispered to Ophelia, who blushed in response. “Seeing you in this dress just made me fall in love with the color,” he said. “But you are always in black,” she rebutted. He looked down and realized he was indeed in black. He laughed softly in response.

" The letter went on and on and on and on, four pages of Olivia telling me how great I was, how sorry she was, her life before she met me, why she did what she did and her life after she left me. It was heart-wrenching to read all that she was going through. The sudden guilt of sending her off only to meet such a monster overwhelmed me. It didn't make sense that Olivia would be treated as such. As I rounded off the letter with heavy and swollen eyes. Her last words made me jump out of bed. "Taking my life isn't a decision that came suddenly. It's been lurking in there somewhere, since I was a child and I would lock myself up in that closet away from those men. This feeling didn't just stem f