Olivia Holzmacher Age Novels & Stories

Olivia said confidently while He nods his head gradually, Park takes down her point into a small note pad. "Excellent!" Liam exclaims. "Not only beautiful but bold and smart." He comments clapping his hands with no smile. "I'm only being truthful." Olivia smile. "How old are you?" He asks staring at the woman before him that's now blushing like a call girl. "Twenty five years old, sir." Olivia said lowering her gaze to the ground. "Young, beautiful, bold and vibrant." Liam said, impressed while Park pull closer to him. "Boss, are we employing her or not?" Park whispers softly to his ear.

*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.

Just as much as I love Benita I won't give up, those bastard has to die. Third Person's POINT OF VIEW Inside a huge room filled with witches dressed on black all seated on the floor. Olivia the high witch of the coven stood up slowly, she's a fine woman at her early 30s but by mare looking she looks like 23 due to her smallish nature. "After searching for years we had finally found our weapon to end Dracula and the rest of his vampires," she said. "What is this object my lady," one of the witches ask and Olivia smirk.

He is 25 years old.  Calista Aveline Whitlock. She is 18 years old orphan. She goes to highschool. She is kind hearted girl. She is pure and an innocent angel. She is also a waitress. She has one friend. She believes in love and fairytales.  Olivia. She is also 18 years old orphan and best freind of calista. She is also a highschool student and work with calista. But she is bold and fierce,when needed.

Oliver smiled. “Much better. So how old are you?” He asked as he began to pour wine into the wine glasses. The night was going to be more interesting than he ever imagined. Nevertheless, he had to be sure she wasn’t underage. “I’m a nineteen-year-old college student in my final year,” she said shyly, avoiding his gaze, though all she wanted to do was look at him all day. Oliver was very handsome, as he shared the same resemblance with his sister, Mercedes. Whereas working and being trained by Nathan caused him to adopt a lot of things which changed his personality to resemble that of the latter.

She was well aware where he was taking her and why. The kids yell a long eww earning a deep chuckle from Zane. Zane then lifts up Olivia in bridal style and starts walking in the direction of the pack house. Olivia giggles at the unexpected move and waves bye to the kids. “Zane let me down. We are not young anymore. We have a son who is 24.” Olivia reminds Zane with red cheeks. “I’m still young and this has nothing to do with our son, Olli. I have missed you like crazy and now I’m going to devour you for as long as I want.” Zane declared with a cocky smirk.

She smiled as she looked back at me, Olivia lawson was a stunning without benefit if make up. Her sweedish heritage was clear, in her angular facial features, long blond hair that hung straight to the middle of her back. At age forty she haf a figure that a twenty something would spend hours in the gym for.

I said, wondering just how old this young girl was that she’d have me, a rich nerd, as practically her idol and not some of these new celebrities. “I’m 10. I’ll be 11 in October,” she replied with a smile. “You know, Livvy is pretty smart too. Liv tell him what your IQ is,” Mason finally piped up. Olivia blushed momentarily before repling, “143.” This surprised the hell out of me. She must have gotten it from Tara because there was no way in hell Mason was that smart. “Wow, that’s amazing, little one,” I said, smiling broadly, “If you’re ever interested in an internship when you get older, just let me know.”

“You don’t have that scar here. Was it because of the lip piercing?” “Not from the piercing. No.” He chuckled and shook his head, “I’ll tell you someday, Doll.” “Will you wear a leather jacket for me?” I asked, batting my lashes. He flicked my forehead without giving me an answer. Party-pooper. I looked at the other picture and paused. “She is beautiful,” I muttered, seeing Olivia’s face holding baby Caleb in her arms. She was American, with dark brown hair and darker eyes. Her cheeks were rosy pink, and a diamond glinted on her left hand.

Getting up from the floor, Olivia looked around the room for anything to open it with, probably a key. “Maybe it can be here,” she opened some drawers attached to the nightstand, some were empty, and the middle drawer had some files in it. Olivia was irritated when she grabbed the handle of the last drawer and prepared to open it when the box slipped from the top and shattered on the ground. Startled, Olivia dropped to her knees to gather the items, and she was shocked. “Who is this,” she picked up a photo of a girl more like her age, but the photo was old of some sort. Raising it, Olivia scanned the girl with auburn hair, she was beautiful with dark brown eyes with a hint of silver. Her gaz