Olivia By The Whispers Novels & Stories

Leila speared an olive off her plate with the kind of laziness that came with a long evening and bad company. The party was getting noisier, guests drifting away towards the library, where the port was served. She noticed Tom’s eyes flicker toward the small curtained alcove in the middle of the corridor. That told her all she needed to know—he’d heard the voices too.

She whispers. “What? But... I...” I stutter confused. “Olivia, we don’t have time to waste. I’ll go outside, pretend I feel ill to distract Diogo and you will walk to the exit as fast as you can without drawing attention to yourself. Do you understand? I get you don’t want to harm innocent people and I support you, but my brother is out of his mind and I don’t think I will be able to control him any longer... you can’t stay here, it’s not safe for you.” She talks slowly and clearly.

Give me a sec. "Ada," I said, speaking aloud and looking down at her. She looked surprised at my use of her name. "What was the kind of poison you think I've been poisoned with? What was the name again?" "I don't think it, I know," she replied with a small roll of her eyes. "It's called Whisperbloom." I hurried and relayed the information to Ethan, who agreed to look into it immediately. "And how do you know that's what I have?" I asked, still a little foggy on the details.

She winked before looking back and forth between me and the hot stranger with a wiggle of her brows in a suggestive matter. I grinned back before I focused my attention on the mysterious guy. “I’m Olivia! Whats your name?” He leaned close to the point I could feel his breath at my ear. “The names Xavier.” I closed my eyes as he lingered there for a moment before pulling away. I smiled as his eyes came in contact with mine, “Your quite a beauty aren’t you?” he teased. I chuckled pulling one side of my hair back behind my ear in a nervous matter. “Thank you I guess.”

"Are they not to your liking?" Hiss chest heaved, and the vessels in his eyes turned crimson. "Anything related to Yvonne Oliviera is taboo in this household! Even her name! She chose to leave! She can forget about coming back!" His emotions were boiling, so he flipped the table over in a fit of fury. The utensils and food hit the ground both with crisp clarity and sickening squelch. Sauces and liquids dripped from the flipped table, while Bianca stepped back in fear.

CHAPTER 93: The Ghost that lived The silence in the room was unbearable. Olivia's eyes were swollen from crying. She could not even tell how long she had been in that room. The fear that Luigi could come back any moment to harm her or her babies kept her muttering prayers under breath. She could not remember the last time she had prayed, but it was all she could do at that point. She was whispering to herself now, desperate prayers under her breath. “Please, Nero… find me. Find us. Please…”

Nikolas gasped, his eyes wide with a terror Silas had never seen in him. Silas didn't answer. He couldn't. Olivia lifted her gaze, locking her eyes with his, and he just froze... ‘Did he just imagine it, or was she glaring at him?’ After what seemed to be an eternity, Olivia averted her gaze, and Silas just watched her walk away, the sea of students parting for her as if she were the Moon Goddess herself. Silas came to his senses after she disappeared. His shadows stirred restlessly within him, their whispers disrupting his thoughts.

Hunter stood not far away, watching from a black car parked discreetly behind a large tree. “I’ll only do this once. If she hears me, maybe… maybe her heart will soften,” Olivia whispered, more to herself than anyone else. Hunter simply nodded. “Be careful. This place is being watched.” Olivia looked up at the second-floor window—Eliana’s room. Then, taking a deep breath, she began to sing—softly, barely a whisper, yet the melody gently pierced the stillness of the night: > "Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

The servants' eyes widened, but they dared not question me. "Perhaps this will loosen your tongue," I said, unfurling the whip with a dramatic flourish. I raised my arm, preparing to bring the whip down across Olivia's already bruised back. The anticipation of her screams made my heart race with dark excitement. (Olivia's POV) I braced myself for the bite of the whip, my back already throbbing from the Discipline Rod. Through the haze of pain, I heard the door burst open with a thunderous bang. "I'd like to see who dares touch my Olivia!"

Athos "Only if you want them to" I whisper. Then she turns her face towards me and I meet her perverted, sparkling gaze, which makes me smile. I take her mouth again in a completely hungry kiss, while I busy myself unzipping the side of her dress. In the act, Olivia lowers her arms so that the garment slides down her body until it forms a black circle around her feet. Then I feel the warmth of her skin in the palm of my hand and start spreading burning kisses all over her back, slowly descending until I'm facing her ass, which is covered in equally black panties, so small that it's impossible to cover them. "How delicious!" I growl, slapping her globe and she moans again. "Do you want to pla