Olivia Black: Books Novels & Stories

As she finished clearing up like any mother would so she checked the doors and windows to be sure they were locked before switching off the lights and retiring to bed, a pleased smile on her lips while she did all this. At midnight, Olive began to dream again. This time she woke up in a field of white lilies wearing a white dress. She looked around and all she could see for miles where lilies all white in color. She had never felt so at peace. This peaceful feeling was however ruined by a dark fog that suddenly appeared in the distance and began to sweep over the flowers. Every flower that was touched by the fog would wither and regrow as a black dahlia. The fog kept growing closer and more

After dinner, Olivia sat in her dorm room, thinking about the past events. So much had happened during the past few hours. She looked at the book with determination. She decided she was going to face her fears. She opened the book. “Olivia! Speak to me,” She heard the hissing sound. It was Lilith. “What do you want?” Olivia asked. “I want to hunt down the witch hunter’s great great-grandchildren. Help me get my revenge.” She said.

OLIVIA Xavier Blackwood’s cold eyes settled on Emily as he slid his phone back into his pocket. The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. “Emily Thompson,” he said, his voice sharp and commanding. “You will apologize to Miss Olivia. Right now. In front of everyone.” Emily’s face flushed crimson. “But Mr. Blackwood, I already said the necklace was just misplaced…” “Now,” Xavier cut her off, his tone brooking no argument.

Heat rolled through me, the familiar pull starting and then stopping completely. I blinked and tried again. Nothing. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered. Olivia’s lips twitched. Then she crossed her arms, head tilting as she studied my very much still-wolf form. “…Is he broken?” My wolf huffed. I ignored him. “He’s being difficult.” “Oh?” she said, clearly enjoying this far too much. “That’s new.” I shot her a look. “Don’t start.” She laughed, the sound soft and bright in the clearing. “Ryan Blackwood. The man who controls boardrooms, packs, billion-euro deals…” Her eyes flicked pointedly down at me. “And yet.”

The air thickened, a hum vibrating through the stone, and the basin rattled where it lay. Olivia tackled me, her weight slamming me to the ground. The book flew from my hands, skidding across the floor, and her dagger pressed against my throat. “Stop it!” she screamed, her breath hot on my face. “You’re killing them!” I thrashed, shoving her off, and scrambled to my knees. Alaric grabbed the book, ripping pages as he hurled it against the wall. The hum faltered, the air stilling, but then Olivia gasped, clutching her chest. Blood seeped through her shirt, dark and steady, pooling beneath her. Her eyes widened, darting to me, confusion twisting her features. “What’s… happening?” she rasped, s

She had only taken few steps before all the books fell to the ground. "Oops!" Olivia chuckled nervously, dreading the glare Gloria had passed her. The latter picked up the books and rearranged them on Olivia's head. "Again!" Gloria instructed loudly. Gulping down nothing, Olivia started catwalking. She hadn't moved round the pool completely before all the books fell into the pool. "You have got to be kidding me!" Gloria sighed, hitting her hand on her forehead, already frustrated. "I'm so sorry. Were those important? I'm really sorry, I'll get them for you." Olivia apologized, attempting to get into the pool to take the books out.

She left him five years ago. He doesn't remember her. And he has no idea she's been raising his daughters alone. Olivia Wicks ran away from Cyprus Blackwell with nothing but a broken heart and a secret. Now she's back as Livienne, the untouchable, world-famous supermodel every luxury brand is dying to sign. But Cyprus doesn't recognize her. He only knows that he wants her. That he can't stop thinking about her. That he'll do whatever it takes to have her. And Olivia knows that if he ever discovers the truth—if he ever learns about the twin girls with his storm-grey eyes—he will never let her go. The problem is, she's not sure she wants him to. used her.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

She was still standing on the dry land, her hands were tucked beneath her breasts and she fixed me with her signature cold stare. “I bet I will look like a queen in a renaissance dress, and a tiara sitting above my silver head.” Ida scoffed, “Five hundred and sixty-seven female slaves and still counting, none has ever smelt the queen's throne let alone dreaming of it.” “You don't know your place, Olivia.” she said and started stripping her clothes. She dropped the shawl and untied the silky gown. The first time she was using my name and it sent a weird sensation to my body. Very weird.

My steps faltered, my eyes narrowing instinctively. There, under the sprawling oak tree, was Olivia. She was asleep, her body curled up on the soft grass, a book lying forgotten beside her. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting delicate patterns on her face. Her ash-blonde hair glimmered with streaks of gold, scattered haphazardly across her flushed cheeks. Her lashes, long and dark, rested softly against her pale skin, and her lips—slightly parted—betrayed the hint of a sigh.