Olivia Holzmacher Age Novels & Stories

She followed closely behind, clearly unfazed by my sarcasm. I knew Olivia was trouble, but I thought it best to stay on her good side until I could leave, to avoid further conflicts with her. "Of course I'm their type. Maybe I'll take your advice and ask them out after all," she laughed to herself, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But didn't you see who that was out there? That's Hunter's ex-girlfriend, Victoria Moss. They dated for almost a year, and Hunter will be one of the judges for this year's contest," Olivia explained, her words suddenly catching my full attention.

she whispered. "What the fuck!" I screamed, the orange juice in my glass sloshing dangerously close to the rim. "Olivia!" "Wait," Becca leaned in, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. "What do you mean? How is it horrible? He’s a champion polo player!" Olivia sighed, clasping her hands tightly in her lap, her boho-chic rings clicking together. "His dick is small," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "And I... I never cum. Ever. It’s just five minutes of nothing and then he falls asleep."

If only her followers knew she was certainly no angel. While the most recent images loaded, she perused the older ones, scoffing at the skimpy outfits that left nothing to the imagination. There was nothing but silhouetted shower pics that revealed nothing yet everything at the same time and bikini shots with her behind pushed at the camera. A few pics showed her sticking her tongue out at the camera at several high-profile locations. It seemed she liked to show off her wealth to her followers. Knowing Olivia, she probably giggled at the thought of them envying her with each photo she uploaded. Olivia was no sultry siren in her twenties trying to make a splash. She was seven years older than

She exclaimed as she dramatically flipped her hair backward, Zina almost rolled her eyes. What with the show? Zina thought. True Zina was the youngest, all were twenty-three but Zina is twenty-two. The chain goes, Cara, Olivia, Diane, and Zina, the three were just older than each other by months, not even up to six months. "That still hasn't explained anything." Zina said sitting up. Olivia smirked "From now on I am gonna live my life how I should have." She said, her tone depicting an obvious hidden motive.

“Ian is only 13 years old. He’s still so young and has a bright future ahead of him. “Zyla… She is in her early 20s, and she just had a baby. Why? Why...” Olivia’s vision went black, and she fell on Zac’s body. Her tears were still flowing down her cheeks even after she fainted.

a gentle voice interrupted. Olivia turned to see a woman around Lily Bradford's age—maybe even younger—approaching them. She wore a genuine smile that could light up an entire room. Her heart almost stopped when suddenly the woman pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m Leanne Westmore. You must be Olivia, Lily had told me so much about you. We have the same eye color!”

She was dressed casually, jeans and a sweater but still looked too perfect for this place. Her smile was polite when she spotted me. “Hi. You must be River. Elliot told me a lot. I’m Luciana.” I nodded. “Nice to meet you.” She looked around, clearly trying to place herself. “Your family... is big.” “It gets louder too.” Olivia stepped out with the same confident walk. Same calm eyes. She looked more beautiful since the last time Daniel and I had seen her at that conference. “River,” she said, her voice warm. “You’re looking better than the last time I saw you.”

She runs up to greet me, a wide grin on her face, her four-inch heels doing nothing to stall her movement. I've always been impressed by the way Olivia can run in heels, but I guess it's a survival skill for her—she's only five feet, two inches tall. She tends to wear heels most of the time, if only to make sure that people don't tower over her. "Hey, girl," Olivia says enthusiastically, throwing her arms around me as if it's been years since we last saw each other. She steps back, brushing a wave of dark, auburn-tinged hair behind her ear. "How was work?"

Listed contact for Northbridge Youth Endowment, inactive. Co-signed recommendation letter for Olivia Grant, age seventeen, arts residency program. Leah stared at the final line. Olivia. Age seventeen. Not fifteen, like the Ashbourne note. Seventeen. Close enough to the years when Celia had known her. Close enough to the time of reconciliations, drawings, old humiliations, and whatever rooms had taught Olivia to smile carefully. Daniel’s voice was low. “Elaine?” Elaine answered before he finished. “I am verifying the residency program. It appears legitimate, but the funding source is unclear.”

============= Olivia Herrington POV I smile walking out of the building I get into my car. I pull off the brunette wig. I shrug off the white shirt. I fix my tank top under it. I place my blonde hair in a messy bun. I shrug on a pair of skinny jeans and unzip the shirt. I throw it in the back. I shrug on a pair of sneakers. My phone rings. Thinking its Bridge, I answer. “Livia.” “Hey…” A familiar deep and soft voice causes me to pause.