Olivia Black: Books Novels & Stories

"Are you gonna be an obedient slave and take two nigger cocks before you're free?" One side of Olivia was screaming yes to the idea of two big black cocks, but the other was screaming no at the fact of cheating with another man. In the end, the first side won. "Okay." She whispered. Leon smiled and then walked to the door while Olivia couldn't move. Slowly, the door opened, and Olivia saw another beautiful, young black man walk in and smile at her. This is so humiliating.

Olivia “Don’t cause trouble. Don’t be noticed,” Chloe read aloud, her voice taunting. “Well, congratulations, Liv—you lasted a solid thirty seconds.” I groaned, clutching the now slightly torn bag to my chest. “Can we not do this right now?” “Do what?” Chloe grinned, trailing behind as we walked toward our room, which was at the end of the corridor. “Discuss the fact that the Southern Alpha, ‘the Nikolas Blackwood,’ just picked up your notebook and called you ‘little wolf'?”

"This is my daughter. She wanted to consult with you personally for the new house she wants to build." Olivia got up from her chair. She walked slowly around the table, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. She reached out to shake Damien’s hand, leaning in a bit too close. "I’m a huge fan of what you do, Mr. Blackwood," she purred. "Thank you," Damien said, his voice flat. He pulled his hand away quickly. "Did you enjoy the last building we designed for you?" Olivia sighed dramatically and pouted. "The house was beautiful, but the housewarming party was ruined by some dramatic broke girl. I don’t even know how someone of that status found their way into my home."

OLIVIA The heat was an ancient, terrifying beast that had completely hijacked Olivia’s body. Every nerve ending beneath her skin felt like a live wire, sparking with a desperate, throbbing hunger that made her vision blur. As she lay pinned to the massive mattress, her wrists bound securely to the dark wooden bedpost by thick silk ropes, a breathless whine escaped her lips. The feel of the friction of the soft silk rubbed against her chafing skin amplified the maddening itch between her thighs. She writhed restlessly, her back arching off the sheets as her hips tilted upward on pure, animalistic instinct. Her mind was a chaotic haze of memories from the sacred lake.

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

Zane knows that no matter where she goes or runs to, nothing will be able to change the fact that she is the Alpha King’s mate. Patting herself on the shoulders after feeling satisfied, Zane dragged her luggage out of the room that she had been in ever since she could remember. “So long” she uttered before locking the door. “Zane” “Huh?” flinging her head back towards the direction where the voice came from, Zane saw Olivia standing at the far corner of the hall. In her hand is a book that seems to be an album of some sort. She looked at her with sad and disappointed eyes that Zane could not ignore.

“It’s never over.” She turned toward the shattered archway where dawn spilled into the snow. “But it’s our turn to write what comes next.” Zevran fell into step beside her, their hands brushing once—no claim, no confession, just alignment. Behind them, the Court whispered. Ahead of them, the mountains waited. And beneath them, far below, the heart of the world dreamed of a Black Moon rising—and the woman who might finally teach it mercy.

This journey for Ireland and Oliver is over. Thank you all for your support and love. Below is the first chapter of my book Living With His Mark. This will be Olivia's story. I hope you all enjoy! I will not mark this book as complete until all editing is complete. Chapter One- (Olivia POV)

After accepting the missions, the next thing Olivia did was to carefully study all the books in the shelf, they were all about the history of the undead and the records of all thier missions and achievements over the years, even though she wasn't qualified to imitate Daera, she still wanted to gain knowledge about the mercenary group that brought terror to everyone's heart. She flipped through the books, they were all written by hand, in Daera's neat handwriting and she had written these books down for her, Olivia didn't realize it at first but now she knew that Daera had been planning her revenge for a very long time and everything had been carefully put into consideration, it wasn't just a

Please forgive me and come back with me. "Leon just go"She pushes back his hands . "Ava! " " Just go." Olivia was frustrated.Every time she felt like the world was crushing her or she felt lost she used to find comfort in the books.When your world seems to end then it is better to see the world through other's perspectives.She went to the library to lend some books . Lisa was done shopping for grocery.John asks her"Ok mam"one task is done.What comes next in your list ? " " You know my interview is pending so I want to be well prepared."