Olivia Flaversham The Great Mouse Detective Novels & Stories

Olivia visibly paled, and I stepped in between them, looking down at the old lady with suspicious eyes. "What do you mean by on your hit list?" Agatha held her hands up in surrender and shook her head. "It's not a kill kind of hit list, my child. It is just a fraud kind of hit list. We always thought that Olivia Smith would be the easiest person to scam." "That is still not very comforting." Olivia laughed nervously. I turned to give her a look. Did she think this was the right time to joke around? Olivia shrugged and then peeked over my shoulder at Agatha.

No harm done. Olivia opened the book, but she didn’t understand it. Her hands shook while the book glowed with a ghoulish amethyst light. She dropped it and moved away when smoke spiraled from it. At the same time, Olivia heard an eerie cackle and saw the vision of a tall elegant woman dressed in a black gown. The little girl stared open-mouthed at the lady with crimson, lilac hair and yellow horns protruding from her head. Olivia’s body trembled.

Olivia’s breath hitched as she carefully picked it up, her skin cold as she held it in her palm. Then, she saw it—a small, folded piece of paper beneath the flower. Her hands shook as she unfolded it, the thin paper crackling slightly under her fingertips. The words were scrawled in dark, sharp handwriting: 'The game has begun, Olivia Harris'.

She spotted Olivia and approached their table. "Olivia?" the woman asked, her voice soft but firm. Olivia nodded, her throat dry. "Who are you?" She sat down and introduced herself as Marianne, a private investigator, who said she had been hired by a person who had been searching for Olivia for many years. She reached inside and pulled out a picture. She slid it across the table; it was a shot of a girl, no older than seven years, standing at the front of a beautiful mansion. Olivia's gaze remained on the girl, as her breath caught.

Mia was still immersed in the weird feeling which Bella’s Aunt Circe was giving “Two people who came yesterday and today also suddenly disappeared when they went towards their table. They left the money of their order on the table but left a little too much, so if they come next time, then don’t take money for what they ordered.” Bella explained patiently; at that time, Olivia also came and looked at them or looked at Mia with great interest. Maybe many people don’t know, but Olivia is a psychology graduate and a great reader. Her favorite genre is mystery and thrilling. She always reads detective novels like crazy. She is always accurate in reading the expressions of people. She knows from

"I'll get to the point. What herbs were you looking for?" "Moonflower. It's a flower that only blooms when the moon is out. Its petals are bright and attract fireflies." Alan asked some more questions after that, but he wasn't able to find any holes in Olivia's story. "I apologize for what happened before this, Dr. Ophelia. Mr. Maxwell is a little quick-tempered. You'll be rewarded handsomely if you heal him." Olivia frowned. "I don't care for any rewards. I just want to be set free. Who are you people?"

I hear a female voice through the intercom. “Rebecca Corvino?” I ask shyly. “Yes? Who is this?” The woman asks. “It’s Olivia... Corvino...” I reply. The building main door opens. “Come on in, Olivia. 11th floor,” The woman says. I step inside the building and walk to the elevator. My hands are shaking as I press the button. Once I reach the 11th floor I walk to the apartment 112. Rebecca is already waiting for me under the doorframe. I recognize her immediately, she has the same eyes as Stefan. She is so pretty and tall, like an elf, her blonde hair sparkles. She smiles at me with the same kindness as Agatha and embraces me effusively.

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"

Elva said. "Yes...that's the spirit,don't worry guys, remember we were the team that brought down Daisy so who is this woman that her puzzle can't be solved" Fleur said and we all smiled. "High-five" Elva said raising up her hand. Our hands met and we giggled. "So what's the next plan?" Elva asked. "We will figure out our next plan once we watch her moves in the laptop" Fleur said. "Detective Fleur" I said with a playful bow and we laughed.

He smiled and contained properly in a glass box. Then he returned again sliding another set of gloves on with a snap. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he said, too happily. Ayla struggled with the remaining strength she had left. “Touch me and I swear...” “You’ll what?” I asked. “Scratch me with your precious claws?” I leaned in. “You’re not the scary one anymore. You’re the science project now.” “Let’s begin with something simple,” Marcus said, pulling up a chair across from her. “Tell me how many wolves or wolve pack are there? Where do you guys live?"