Olivia Fordham Novel Novels & Stories

“Sorry for keeping you up so late,” Princess Freda apologized. “No need, I was enjoying my book while waiting,” the lady-in-waiting, Olivia said. Olivia has been Princess Freda’s lady-in-waiting for the past five years, ever since she turned twenty and finished a course in hairdressing, and learned how to sew. Olivia had a fair complexion like most British citizens, with big blue eyes and blond hair, always kept in a low net in her neck.

“I need a horse for my…for Stella.” Aaron frowned slightly, seeming to give the apple more attention than normal. Then he held it back, running his hand down the muzzle of the brown horse and holding out her lead rope to me. “Tiffany. That's what she's called.” — The adrenaline from the sprint hummed beneath my skin, beads of sweat gathered at the back of my neck. I ran my hand against Olarya’s dark fine fur, stopping to scratch the back of her ears softly. Her sides expanded and contracted with heavy, rhythmic breaths, the faint smell of sweat rising from her coat.

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.

The great advantage as a wolf was that wounds could heal up themselves. “Ooh totally forget about that I guess I'm quite the unlucky one” he said bitterly. I had no idea what he meant and I wasn't ready to ask either. Derick seemed a little relaxed, “What's your name?” he asked suddenly. "And where are you from? What pack?" My heart pounded in my chest. I had to think fast. “My name is Olivia,” I replied smoothly, forcing myself to meet his look. “I'm from the Silver Moon Pack.” I lied, I didn't have a pack after all so I had to think of something

The idealized, fantasy woman, that is. But when his friend Dean Jessop had gotten together with Emma Cartwright, it had brought Olivia into Dallas’ life; for real, in the flesh. And from the word go, Olivia had been a surprise to Dallas. He’d had years of experience dealing with celebrities, and she was hands-down the most down-to-earth, toughest, kindest famous person he’d ever met or dealt with.

The priest invaded my thoughts, and I was back to this substitute realm. “Do you, Xavier Sinclair, take Olivia Blackford, to be your lovely wedded wife,to have and to hold, from this day forward, in sickness and in health, in richness and in debt, for better and for words, till you both turn grey and until death do you part ?” So long and fancy, so much for someone who would still break the rules.. “Yes I do,” Xavier said. What a liar. “And do you Olivia Blackford, take this man, Xavier Blackford to be your…”

Bastard. She shifted slightly, then cleared her throat. “Alright,” she said, trying, and failing to sound casual. “I’m guessing that look means I should probably go put on my dress.” My wolf did not look away. I snapped internally. Eyes up. He ignored me. Olivia arched a brow. “Wow. Zero shame.” “I’m so sorry,” I said quickly, mortified. “He’s… not subtle.” She laughed again, shaking her head as she stepped back. “I can see that.” Then she glanced over her shoulder toward the path we’d come from. “I’ll go grab my clothes. Give you some… privacy.”

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❗

Olivia sat on the couch, surrounded by bridal magazines and fabric swatches, her hair tied up messily, her smile radiant. He stood at the doorway for a long moment, simply watching her. When she noticed him, she looked up with a grin. “Hey. How was the family meeting?” He walked over and sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Good. My father approves of you, though I think he’s secretly terrified of our mothers working together.” Olivia laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder. “They’ve already called three florists and booked a cathedral.” “Of course they have,” he said fondly.

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)