Olivia Fordham Book Novels & Stories

Lora said. “Have you spoken to Ivy about it?” Cela asked. “She’s not around lately but I got her approval to talk to you straight about it,” Lora said. “So another book?” Cela asked. Lora could felt Cela’s exhaustion. “How’s it with Nate?” she asked suddenly. “I thought we were talking about your friend,” Cela said. “Ah yeah. If you have time, we can meet him. It’s about book writing but it’s nothing urgent,” Lora said.

asked Zayden. "This is Deary Mistress, some sort of journal she wrote before all her memories were interrupted," Ivy said softly, handing the book to Zayden. Hesitantly, Zayden accepted the book. "Then you'll have to excuse me," Ivy said as she left. After Ivy's departure, Zayden begins to read the book. Each page depicts Olivia's honest and sincere feelings about how she met Zayden, who was initially perceived as a cruel man she hated. However, as time goes by, Olivia begins to see another side of Zayden, and love grows in her heart.

Olivia said. “Quite exciting,” Betty said. “To be honest, I do feel like a freak” Olivia said thoughtfully. “We are not freaks, we are gifted,” Betty said. All three of them laughed. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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.

"I bought a novel." "Emma Hart bought a book that isn't a business manual? Who are you?" "I don't know yet. That's the point." Olivia was quiet for a moment. "I'm proud of you." "You keep saying that." "Because I keep meaning it. Now go read your book. And call Nick tonight. He's probably losing his mind." Emma smiled. "He's definitely losing his mind." "Good. He deserves to suffer a little." "Olivia—" "I'm kidding. Mostly. Call him."

Chapter one Olivia (POV) Hey, my name is Olivia Russo I'm 21. I grew up with 6 older overprotective brothers and an overprotective dad which I still call Daddy. My mother died when I was still very so I never knew her. For the last three years, I've lived in New York with my abusive boyfriend Bash. In the beginning, when I meet him in high school, he was nice and sweet the best guy I've ever met but after we left school and I moved in with him he showed his true colors.

She was beautiful and immaculate, stylish and poised, yet approachable and soothing. I truly hoped Zane wasn’t expecting me to measure up to her next Tuesday. The best I could hope to manage was “pretty and nice.” Of course, that would be “for a human.” “No, I don’t think it’s a matter of decency,” Olivia was saying in response to the opening question about her book. “It’s a matter of friendship. We’re trying to promote a world where humans and wolves live together in that friendship, so showing a friendship between a young pup and her human friend is a vital part of that message.

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

My stomach burns with rage, Romano is a monster. “Shut up! You don’t know what you are talking about. Olivia is an innocent girl, she would never deceive me or do anything behind my back, she is just a victim of our wickedness, but she is nothing like us or her father, she is good,” Stefan defends me.

That is the only thing I ever wanted for you. For you to stop arguing with the true thing. Olivia stood in her kitchen on a Saturday evening with the news told and the cooling tea and the man in the other room and the whole of the day behind her, and she thought about what it meant to stop arguing with the true thing. She had been arguing for thirty years. She was done arguing. End of chapter 52

how they’d hunt her down and make her beg. My smile never faltered. “Witches always burn bright before they fall,” I said lightly, sipping my wine. He laughed, not realizing the double edge of my words. Midway through the night, I excused myself to the restroom, my heels clicking softly on the marble. Once the door shut behind me, the act slipped. My reflection in the mirror, Evelyn’s reflection—stared back with cold satisfaction. They thought they were hunting Lovia Diaz. But Lovia was already inside their den, sipping their wine and memorizing their faces and fear.