Olivia Hart Novels & Stories

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.

Someone announced at the same time with the sturdy door being opened, showing Nash, Olivia, Herta, and the woman I hadn’t known. I waited for them to announce Noah’s stepmother—Godivia, but no one followed them. So I guess she wasn’t kin to celebrate Noah’s return to the family. Olivia looked as beautiful as I remembered. She wore a white off-shoulder dress with several pieces of jewelry that compliment her look. Her hair was rolled perfectly; a silver crown adorned her head. Unfortunately, I didn’t remember what the rest wore. Well, to be frank, I didn’t care. They sauntered straight to their seat while occasionally waving their hands and flashing their fake smile. Herta stopped moving for

Olivia smiled and said, “It does not matter if you don’t take the video, but I will have to get someone to go and dig out your mother’s two eyeballs, then. At that time, the whole process will be filmed as a video for you to watch!” Helena trembled in anger and rebuked, “Olivia, you are really a devil!” Olivia curled her lips and said, “I’m not a devil. I’m the future Queen of Northern Europe!” As she spoke of this, Olivia then stared into Helena’s eyes and said word by word, “Helena! You will never be my match! You’d better listen to me properly if you want your mother to survive. Otherwise, it will not be only your mother who will not survive, but you will not survive either!”

Both Artemis and Oliva had their hair tied up, and their wills steeled up, were now standing inside the ring. Dollar Twenty smiled when she saw the two stepping inside the ring, "On one side we have the 23-years-old Olivia Richards, the daughter of the honorary clan elder, Mr. Adam Richards of the Phoenix Gods. Miss Olivia Richard has been trained by her father all her life and is known by her peers to have a great talent for swordsmanship. Her skills are even acknowledged by Mr. Dev Bakshi."

"Do you guys want to order noodles? Amanda hasn't eaten a decent meal in days." "Daniel, I'm really not that hungry. Tea is fine." "I don't want noodles. I want pizza," Olivia announced. Amelia's eyebrows shot up. "Wow! Olivia LouBennett wants pizza this late at night?" She laughed. "I thought you didn't eat carbs after six." "I deserve pizza after almost losing my nipple." Amelia stared at her. "You almost lost your what?" "To Ethan?" James asked. He immediately smacked Ethan on the shoulder. "What the fuck, man?"

And there, on everyone’s screen, is the support for Asher Slater that he deserves, the entire world able to see that I’m here to encourage my love. “We knew it was going to be tough for her to attend tonight due to her opening her first concert tour in Nashville last night. Hope the show went well, Ophelia. We’re glad to have you here in Sin City, cheering on our favorite Ozarks!” I cheer again, proud to brag about my man. The halftime show comes all too quickly. To my utter shock, none other than Marilyn Hartley, of all people, bursts onto the stage with her backup dancers, lighting up the dark stadium. I had no idea she’d booked the Stadium Cup!

— The way you look in it is too real. Silence. A silence that burned. He stared at her without blinking. — Too real for someone who claims she wants nothing to do with me. And right then… in that exact second… Olívia realized. She was enjoying it. Enjoying watching Liam Holt—the cold, untouchable, implacable man—lose his footing because of her. Enjoying seeing his ego crack. Enjoying the power she had over him—even while she was hurt, even while she was furious.

“Jax? Laurentia?” Confused, Olivia slowly turned her head. A few feet away, Jax and Laurentia were laughing helplessly while attempting something that vaguely resembled dancing. Jax spun Laurentia, or tried to and they both nearly fell over. They dissolved into hysterical laughter. Olivia watched them for several seconds, smiling to herself. She hadn't realized they were quite that close. A warm ache settled inside her chest. She suddenly missed Hazel and Poppy with surprising intensity. She wanted to kiss their sleepy foreheads, hear Hazel chatter endlessly about her dreams and watch Poppy curl up with her octopus.

She said so. "You should be," he said. "Tyler Marsh was Olivia Hart's first husband. They were married for fourteen months, approximately six years before she met Marcus Kane." A pause. "Ms. Bennett-Kane, I've spoken with Mr. Marsh at length. What he describes from his marriage to Olivia Hart is — I think you'll find it significant. I'd like to share the relevant details with you before we publish, given your position in this story." She sat in the parking garage in Portland with the phone against her ear. "Tell me." she said.

Anastasia smiled, a stiff smile that barely reached her eyes, “Olivia, what are you doing here?” She couldn’t believe it, but it had been years since she had seen the former sorority sister. “Well, I thought I might come around to see what the gala of the year was all about,” she replied, smiling softly as she raised her glass to her lips. “What have you been up to? Still chasing after Roland Conrad?” Anastasia frowned. A look of anger flashed across her face, “What? He is my fiancé now,” Olivia chuckled, “Wasn’t he married to Sasha Hawkins?”