Olivia Fordham Book Novels & Stories

Instead, she decided to go to the next best person: Olivia. Flora made her way to Olivia’s room and knocked before entering. She found Olivia sitting cross-legged on her bed, deeply engrossed in a cookbook titled *The Joy of French Cooking*. At the sound of Flora’s entrance, Olivia jumped, her cheeks flushing as she quickly closed the book. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Flora said, holding up her hands apologetically. Olivia waved her off, her blush deepening. “It’s fine, really. I was just... trying to memorize a recipe.”

She put her hand back in her pocket and suddenly bumped into the small book inside. She took it out and looked at it, noticed the signature on the back cover, and immediately remembered what happened this afternoon. Seeing this, Olive turned out her mobile phone and opened the web page to enter the words "Leo". She wanted to find out exactly what Leo does so that the signature had a place to go. Otherwise, it seemed strange to always have a book signed by someone else. As soon as Olive pressed the search button, the light beside her dimmed. Without clearly reading the contents, Olive looked up and noticed that Liam's figure appeared in the field of vision.

, and Olivia felt bored so she went to the study room, intending to look for a nice book to read while waiting. Who could have known that some things could never be the same after this…

Jamaal Amir Haidar I knew something was up between Liam and Ayesha, I saw Liam when he walked into Ayesha's room. I sat upright on my bed, resting my back against the dashboard. I entered my book for the ongoing contest on GoodNovel. I logged into my Face-book account to check if itchy fingers was online but she wasn't. I pushed my laptop off, Olivia was giving me a hard time. I can't believe she went to meet the principal to cancel our tutorial. I need to have a talk with her today, I don't care if her mum already warned me off her.

Olivia saw an unfamiliar face. The face was exquisite, but she didn't feel a sense of familiarity. So, she figured that the woman was a stranger. But the woman looked at Olivia like she knew her. "Do you know me?" Olivia asked. The woman regained her composure and said with a smile, "In a way." The woman stood up. Her posture was elegant and confident as she stuck her hand out. "Hi, I'm Jacqueline Fordham." This name … Olivia couldn't help but ask, "You're a Fordham?"

Don't forget to join my Faceb𝕠𝕠k group, Maramartha's Book Babes, to ask questions, interact with fellow readers, and chat with me, Adrian, Sophia, and other characters. I'm thinking of writing bonus scenes in Olivia's POV as the story expands. What do you think?

Thank you for being part of Olivia's journey. She will always be with me. I hope she stays with you too. With love and gratitude, Author Night Walker. New Book will be posted by Wenesday stay tuned❗ Title: This one isn't your regular weak and broken FL, she's strong, and a firecracker. The book is filled with an annoying ex-best friend, love trangle, family drama, and enemy-to-lovers trophy, secrets and lots more. Bye❗

She asked with a smile. Olivia Fred sighed. She did not want to tell her about her rebirth. She knew that it would sound crazy, and Erica Adams would believe her words because she loves reading books. Erica Adams would always tell her about it, and she does not believe it until it happens to her. "I will explain later. Let’s go for the massage," Olivia Fred said. Almomd looked at Olivia Fred with a teasing smile. "How about I help you cut your hair too?" He asked.

This journey for Ireland and Oliver is over. Thank you all for your support and love. Below is the first chapter of my book Living With His Mark. This will be Olivia's story. I hope you all enjoy! I will not mark this book as complete until all editing is complete. Chapter One- (Olivia POV)

I walked around, idly scanning the book spines as my mind traveled back to the books Olivia used to read at that auditorium eleven years ago. The first book she forgot, David B. Steinman’s Bridges and Their Builders, I took home and only returned days later to the exact chair she’d left it. She apparently noticed and started to ‘forget’ more books; The Nature Of the Physics World, An Introduction to Mathematics, The Human use of Human Beings, and more books I assumed were her favorites she wanted me to read too. And the whole time, we never said a word to each other, till that prom night.