Olivia Black: Books Novels & Stories

“Wait…” Both men turned to her. She was biting her lip now, clearly nervous. “There’s one more thing,” she said, eyes darting between them. Christopher raised a brow, and Nathan’s smirk faded. The tension spiked. “What is it?” Christopher asked, his voice suddenly more serious. Olivia hesitated, her fingers curling in her lap. Then she spoke. “I… I’ve received black roses before.” The words dropped like a stone in still water. Silence. Both men froze, gobsmacked.

Something flashed in Olivia's eyes—a cold realization that chilled me to the bone. "I see," she said, her voice soft but cutting. "Two years in a wheelchair equals our daughter's death in your mind." Her words struck me like physical blows. Before I could respond, the doorway darkened with another presence. Lucas Blackwood stepped into the room, his gray eyes assessing the situation in an instant. Without hesitation, he moved to Olivia's side, taking her hand in his. "Liv, let's go back," he said, his voice gentle but firm.

I shifted in my heels, feeling discomfort under the unfamiliar man's slimy scrutiny. He didn't bother to hide the dark lust that simmered and consumed the greens in his orbs. "This is Ellie," Lorenzo said, his hand moving to rest on my hip in a gesture that was unmistakably possessive. "Elijah's sister. She's also a member of the Black Rose now." Something shifted in Vincent's expression. His eyes became hungrier, more calculating, as they traveled slowly down my body and back up. I felt like livestock being appraised at auction.

I walked around, idly scanning the book spines as my mind traveled back to the books Olivia used to read at that auditorium eleven years ago. The first book she forgot, David B. Steinman’s Bridges and Their Builders, I took home and only returned days later to the exact chair she’d left it. She apparently noticed and started to ‘forget’ more books; The Nature Of the Physics World, An Introduction to Mathematics, The Human use of Human Beings, and more books I assumed were her favorites she wanted me to read too. And the whole time, we never said a word to each other, till that prom night.

Talk to you later. [Olivia] 💦

More time passed and the knock never came again. Ebony camellia. Another one of those shades she hadn't experimented. She was lured by its name as it portrayed her mood: Dark, straight from hell, and excruciatingly hurt. Louisa had had enough of staying indoors for it made her idle and think like crazy. A little bit of work would clear her head as she believed.

how they’d hunt her down and make her beg. My smile never faltered. “Witches always burn bright before they fall,” I said lightly, sipping my wine. He laughed, not realizing the double edge of my words. Midway through the night, I excused myself to the restroom, my heels clicking softly on the marble. Once the door shut behind me, the act slipped. My reflection in the mirror, Evelyn’s reflection—stared back with cold satisfaction. They thought they were hunting Lovia Diaz. But Lovia was already inside their den, sipping their wine and memorizing their faces and fear.

I was the only one acting strangely now. Olivia stated that she had no recollection of what happened after they kissed on the couch. She was wondering how she got into her room. So, that's what happened, folks. Olivia appears to have been highly intoxicated, and she blacked out. Anyway, I was still relieved that she didn't remember what happened that night because it would have been extremely awkward for both of us. Despite my disappointment, I kept it to myself.

He liked the girl, she was different and everything he wanted. "Finally the bitch came," said Solange once the door closed and her worst enemy stood before her. Olivia was dressed in black jeans and a black vest with a leather jacket on top and black ankle boots. Her dark hair was tied in a small bun. Standing before a tied-up Solange, Olivia's expression darkened

Olivia smiled, "she said I'm amazing.. amazing.. she said it.." "Is she amazing like Paris..?" Eliana asked and I coughed a bit. God my friends were going to make this a big deal. "Paris? Did I miss something?" Olivia asked and Liam smiled sitting on my table, "umh... she's going on a date with Paris Black.." Liam was puzzled for a second, "wait.. she's fucken gay?" "Paris Black? That name rings a bell.." my friend, Olivia said ignoring Liam's question and putting on her thinking face, and within seconds she turned to me, "U magazine. She works there right? That hot black chick?"