Olivia Black: Books Novels & Stories

Olive stared at her friend "Look, you know you can tell me anything, right?" Clary hesitated a moment, then nodded. "Sure, Olive," she said. "I know I can." **** "I think," Olive said, curled up on the couch and waving a potato chip at the other girl "That you've read that book more times than I've had to dye my hair this month" Maddie squinted at her over the top of her old-edition of Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them, pushing her glasses up her nose "Well I'm not done reading it yet"

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

In much more ornate white robes of her own, Emma seemed scrawny and ragged by comparison, and I wondered how I could ever have found her beautiful even while under her magic influence. “You studied more than music with the humans in Albsraca,” Olivia said, and her calm voice dominated the stone square as all eyes were fixated upon her. “The Apothecary, the Alphas of Both Lunaris and Moonshadow, and I know of your voodoo practices.” Olivia held up a sparkling hair ornament, and Emma betrayed herself with a hiss. “Iris and Claudia found your books and potions. We know what you’ve been doing here since your return.”

“I’ve been talking to you for the past minute.” Really? Olivia thought to herself, surprised that she had been so absorbed in her own thoughts. “So, Melissa,” one of the girls accompanying her chimed in. “We finally get to meet Reuben’s ugly stepsister.” Olivia bit her lip to refrain from responding. These girls didn’t deserve her time. A sudden shove from one of Melissa's friends caught Olivia’s attention. “We’re talking to you.” the girl hissed. For such pretty girls, their attitude was disgusting.

Couldn't they just mind their business? class="StyledElement___StyledDiv-sc-2e063k-0 fIRhWq slate-p" data-slate-node="element">"Olivia," Riley called behind her, and she sighed, picking out her books without saying a word to her. class="StyledElement___StyledDiv-sc-2e063k-0 fIRhWq slate-p" data-slate-node="element">"Livia, please hear me out," Riley begged, her voice shaky, but Olivia slammed her locker shut, and turned around, glaring at Riley shortly before walking away. Riley's lips quivered as she watched Olivia's back, she clasped her fingers together and exhaled.

OLIVIA “N-Nelly?” I couldn’t believe my eyes. She stared down at me, her lips twisted in disgust. The fire in her eyes was enough to burn a forest. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, warning me in advance that I might have crossed a line. Slowly, she held the edges of her hoodie and lifted it, pulling it over her head. Beneath that black, thick hoodie was a strapless burgundy gown that hugged her figure.

But her eyes still striking, still stormy searched Emma’s with something unfamiliar. “Hi,” Olivia said. “Can I come in?” Emma didn’t answer right away. The old pain stirred like a shadow behind her ribs. But she stepped aside. They sat at the kitchen table, sunlight falling across the wooden surface like a spotlight. Emma placed a cup of tea in front of Olivia, hands steady but heart racing. Lila babbled in her high chair, oblivious to the history unraveling in the room. “I heard about what you’re doing here,” Olivia said quietly. “The retreats. The writing. The way you’ve turned your pain into purpose.”

“Instead of threatening to throw a knife at me just so I'd walk with you to get drunk.” “Oliver, that doesn't mean you can't at least pretend to be decent and enjoy being here.” Keyleth whined, tugging the cowl of her hood up. I snorted. “I can't pretend to be something I'm not.” An onyx-eyed female wolven was suddenly inches away from me. The pale skin of her breasts pushed up and almost out of the cloth that struggled to keep them in place. She pulled her bottom lips in, revealing the sharp edge of one of her fangs, her eyes roaming over me. Shoving another growl down my throat, I watched her approach me, her fingertips inches away from my face. Her jet black hair fell in waves to her shou

Then: "I'm waiting." Olivia stands. She has a sister to tell. A mother to protect. And a family to destroy. As she walks to her car, she doesn't notice the black sedan across the street. The engine running. The man inside watching. Robbin grips the wheel. He saw her leave the library. Saw the woman in black. She knows. He picks up his phone. Dials. "She knows about Weiller. About everything." A pause. Then Sebastian Logan's voice, cold as ice:

Then: “She actually respects you. Not as Adrian’s ex. Not as Ethan’s mother. You, specifically.” I sat with that. A woman who had spent most of our acquaintance treating me like a variable to be managed, now calling every Tuesday at nine, opening doors she didn’t have to open. “I think she’s trying to fix something,” I said. “Several things,” Olivia said. “At once. In her own way. Without admitting that’s what she’s doing.” “Obviously,” I said. “She’s Margaret Blackwood.” Olivia laughed. So did I. Outside, the city kept moving.