Olivia By The Whispers Novels & Stories

They are a champagne base but have a mesh see-through effect that when blending against her skin makes them just work perfectly. She is wearing a warm smile as she approaches us but I can see her sizing me up with each step and the closer she gets, I also notice the smile does not quiet reach her eyes. Owen’s grip on my hip tightens as he pulls me protectively closer to him. I realize how I am dressed and I suddenly feel exactly how I know she pictures me, beneath him and never will I be good enough. “Hello, Mother.” Owen greets her. “We were just heading out.”

Linda's words initially left me completely bewildered. Before long, it all became horrifyingly clear. The chauffeur's hand landed on my shoulder, and with a brutal tug, he pulled me closer to him. A repugnant odor wafted from his mouth as he leaned in for a kiss. In my line of sight, Linda had retreated and sat beneath a towering oak tree, silently witnessing the unfolding events.

Chapter one Authoress pov Oliva stood in front of this man, she was scared and speechless, all she could remember was being bundled and thrown into the dark van. She and her step-sister who was standing beside her. He has been staring at them without saying a word. Oliva peeked at him, for the umpteenth time without saying a word. He had a dark aura around him that breathed fear, but that only highlighted his sinful beauty. I guess you know what you did? He adjusted his position on the chair.

She read the poem on the topmost page: Blurry eyes, in a haze, Cry silently near the window, Go without speaking for days, Written words are all that remain. What did I do wrong? You call me a disgrace. Sleep with pretty women, perfect bodies Yet you dare show me that face? I sit by my lonesome, Never a hair out of place, Temptation walks by, You get in the way. Dismay, disarray, I seek comfort, The warmth of a stranger's arms,

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

"The car is ready. The snow is heavy enough to mask our approach." I turned back to the screen one last time. Olivia had closed her book. She was looking toward the door of her room, her expression expectant, as if she could sense the air shifting, as if she could hear the rumble of the storm I was bringing with me. The onyx earring caught the firelight, a tiny black star in the dark of her room. "I’m coming for you, my queen," I whispered.

I whispered to myself. I got out my room and saw Linda at the stairs heading out, she entered her car and drove off, I got to my car also and drive out of the house. I parked my car in front of Elena's apartment and reached for my phone to call her, but before I could dial, the front door opened and she stepped out. My breath caught. She looked stunning—dressed in a velvet gown that hugged her gracefully, her hair loose and flowing over her shoulders, soft makeup enhancing her natural beauty. I found myself frozen, just staring, completely captivated.

Not yet. Olivia sat alone in the dim silence of her bedroom, her world slowly collapsing into the corners of her mind. Her hair was undone, streaks of silver more noticeable now. Her eyes, once sharp and calculating, were clouded by the weight of sorrow. Her cheeks had sunken in, her frame thinner than ever. She stared at a picture on her dresser, Crystal, laughing in a photo taken long before the pain began. Olivia’s fingers traced the edge of the frame. “I never saw her,” she whispered. “I saw what I feared. Not what she was.”

I whispered, my voice tinged with confusion. I watched as they both stopped in front of me, almost close leaving a small distance between us. They both glanced at my tattered dress and I noticed a strange smile danced across Olivia’s face as she waved her hands, exclaiming, “SURPRISE!!” “What's going on, here?” My eyes darted between the two of them, searching for answers. This is unlike Olivia, a grumpy demon can never be this happy without a reason. Judging from the way her eyes twinkle with a sinister gleam, I know she is hiding something beneath those long, fluttering lashes.

I whispered. Olivia’s eyes widened slightly, but then she smiled. “Interesting,” she murmured.