Novel & Cerita Olivia Hart

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

"Do you want to try? Right here. Right now." The silence returned. I watched Olivia, expecting her to laugh it off or get up and leave. Instead, she bit her lip, her eyes darting toward the rest of us before settling back on Hartley. "Yes," Olivia whispered, nodding shyly. "I want to try." My jaw nearly hit the floor. I looked at Jessie, who was grinning like she’d won the lottery, and then at Tracy, who looked like she wanted to disappear into the velvet cushions. "Well then," Hartley murmured, standing up and walking over to Olivia. She reached out a hand, her long, dark-painted nails grazing Olivia’s cheek.

OLIVIA "Feel at ease, Princess." The words slithered across Alpha Vulcan's study like ice, and Olivia felt every hair on her body stand up. They had just returned from the dungeon where Luna Michelle, the Luna of Silvermoon Pack, handed Olivia over to Alpha Vulcan in place of Paula, her daughter. Olivia wasn't Paula Woodridge. She was Olivia Hawthorne! But who cared? If she even said it out loud, her mother Sanita and little sister Mae would die. Luna Michelle made that very clear on the five-hour drive here.

Marcus said, "Constance, you really should learn from Hannah how to act like a woman." Before I could answer, Olivia Hart's voice cut in. "I think you're the one who should learn how to act like a man." She walked into the office with four bodyguards in black suits. The receptionist knew her and naturally did not dare stop her. She was wearing sunglasses, so I rubbed my forehead. She took my arm and removed the glasses with theatrical flair. "You cheating scumbag and bargain-bin mistress," she said brightly. "You are both fired."

*BYE GRANDMA* Time for the introduction, Olivia Rose Summers is seventeen years old turning 18 in a few weeks. She was originally from this city but the truth was that this was her first time of coming to the city. She’s 5’3 in height with moderate weight; not plump and not thin either. Olivia has shiny black hair and her eye colour; chocolate. Her grandma always told her she looked like her mother and this has always made Olivia confident in the beauty aspect so speaking about looks, she has never felt insecure about her looks. She has a picture of her mom and she was one of the most beautiful women Olivia had ever seen.

Unlike her sister, she had no makeup on her face but she was still breathtaking. " I'm 19 years old. I can cook, clean, and I hate commotion." She finished. Alexander snorted at her brief description. The waiter soon arrived with their orders and they dug in. " Well, as you know, I'm a billionaire. You're going to have to deal with it because the paparazzi are bound to follow the both of us around." Alexander leaned back in his chair. " If it's for my partner then I can try." Olivia sighed. Her statement amused Alexander.

“The whole Hart family. Starting from the chairman, to Sophia. There will be no one left to inherit the Hart Group. I’ll start with Caspian, though. He only has himself to blame for meddling in my matters. He had no business looking into the past. Who does he think he is anyway? He's only friends with Lucas, but he acts like they're brothers or something. So annoying.” “So, this is all about payback for you, huh? But have you thought about the things you’ve done? Don’t you think the people you’ve hurt want you to pay too?” I asked before I could stop myself. Girl, you can’t negotiate with a psycho. “Why? I did nothing wrong,” Olivia said, her expression never changing. There was no hint of r

Hillary continued scathingly. “What is this all about you and Mark? God!” Olivia exploded “I wish there were more people like him in the world, or at least in this place, you know why? Because of attitudes like yours, I'd rather be with Mark a thousand times than spend a minute with any of you!” She continued looking at Hillary and Cindy, "You guys are the worst! Mark didn’thing to you!” Without giving them time to answer, she took my hand to get us away from those idiots. “Do you know what’s the worst?” We heard Daniel ask “That at no point did Liv's pet defend himself! We already know who’s the bitch in the relationship.” He laughed.

Two years ago Olivia was standing in the school hall. She was wearing pigtail hairstyle with blue T shirt and and white shorts. She was thin little girl. She was standing in the hall waiting for her one and only friend Sophia. When two girls much taller and much older than her came and "intentionally" collapsed with her making her unbalanced and fall on the floor. Her book were fallen on the floor. She was very reserve and shy girl, easily terrified maybe because of her miserable life.