Olivia Hart Novels & Stories

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

Olivia watched her now coming off the tennis court, having won yet another match 6-3, 4-6, 7-5. Nineteen year old Olivia had always been in awe of Roberta. Often she had stood still, staring at the older woman as though fascinated. She's as far above me as the stars, thought Olivia. She's all I would most like to be. Olivia's mind was constantly reverting to her. Striking-looking, tall and finely built, she might have stood as a model for a Juno. Her long red hair glowing in the sunlight.

Olivia Black / Liv (28) Job: Professor Assistant at NYU (New York University). Graduated in business from University of Chicago Personality: Outgoing, Independent, Friendly, Bubbly, Productive, Low Self Esteem, Caring. Looks: Long wavy blonde hair, Almond shape green eyes, fine pointed up nose, plump lips, curvy, 5’4, 88kg (195lbs), White but Tanned skin. Stretch marks and cellulite, small scar on right collar bone. Small tattoo of a butterfly on her left hip.

The girl in the photo was holding his hand, her deep brown eyes shining with happiness. It was Lauretta Hayes. Olivia slowly leaned back in her leather chair. A slow, predatory smile spread across her red lips. The new PR manager wasn't just a talented corporate hire from the logistics sector. She was the hidden past of the franchise's biggest star. Olivia reached into her desk drawer, pulling out the printed guest itinerary for Friday's Charity Gala. Her eyes scanned down the VIP listing until they landed on the names slated for the main captain's table: Aaron Carter and his long-term socialite partner, Vanessa Whitmore.

She finally let me got and looked into my eyes. "Alexander has told me a lot about you,Chiara.He might have forgotten to mention me,silly boy,I am Olivia Carrington,his step mom"

They must have meant someone else. I only made it one step before Jacob snaked his arm around my waist and gripped me tightly, restraining me fully from stepping forward. In my ear, he hissed, “What are you doing?” “This can’t be right,” I said. This couldn’t be real. “She’s only fifteen.” “Fifteen is old enough for tribute,” Jacob said. “She’s my sister.” “I’m sorry, Olivia,” Jacob said, his voice softening. “But that’s just the way of it.”

The signature scent of the one woman I despised more than anyone else in this world. Sienna De Luca. The Omega with a heart full of light… and a life that was never meant to be hers. The Omega who thought that everything was easy, who got everything the way that she wanted to get it, who did not know what it was to struggle, and who did not know what it was to know pain. “I do not need to believe that it is going to work, I need to know that it is.” Hi Sarah. Turning to look at my father. “It won’t just work,” I said, sealing the vial between my palms. “It will change everything. Because right now I'm not going to rely on hope, I'm going to rely on facts and on what I'm going to do.”

This is better, I tell myself, you ended it, I remind myself. This is the price. The elevator dings. I don’t look up at first. I keep typing, focused, trying to complete the email I'm composing, until I hear a familiar voice laugh softly. My fingers freeze over the keyboard. I know that laugh, I lift my head slowly. Olivia Hart steps out of the elevator, perfect posture, perfect smile, designer heels clicking against the floor like she owns it. She doesn't look like someone dressed for work but someone dressed to come see her man.

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

Her eyes were warm and smile easily. "Sophie." She touched her daughter's shoulder. "Have you been introduced properly this time?" Sophie looked toward Lena. "No." The woman laughed. "I apologize. I'm Olivia Hart, Sophie's mum." We shook hands. "Nora Vance." "I know." Olivia smiled. "I've heard a great deal about your children." I glanced toward Lena. "That worries me." "It should." For a moment we watched the girls together. Lena was already explaining something to Sophie.