Olivia Hye Novels & Stories

“You just underestimated them. And overestimated yourself. And you underestimated the power that the Omega has on him.” Lysandra’s smile widened, and I nearly growled. But Giovanni stepped between us again. “That will be your last smug smile in this room, Lysandra. Don’t forget, I cast you aside for a reason. You couldn’t break him. Now, you will watch while your sister does what you couldn’t.” “She’s not my sister,” Lysandra said through her teeth. “Not now and not ever would she ever be my sister.” Giovanni turned to me again. “You still have your place in this. You still have power, Delilah. Don’t let one declaration shake you. The mark isn’t on her yet. She hasn’t been claimed. There is

Have to act the part of the ‘Perfectly Elegant Luna. True to her word, Olivia was banging on my door by 5:30pm. She was already dressed in a very cute yellow dress that went down to her ankles in a kind of flare. The top was modest, covering her chest with thin spaghetti straps. Her hair was curled and she had some very light make-up on. I was very proud of how very mature my daughter was and how she was not even in the slightest eager to begin wearing heavy make-up and dressing provocatively like the other girls her age were.

Ella's POV "Mommy!" I heard a voice cry. "Mama! Higher!" I was in a green, misty field with a singular swing and on it sat Lili. I'd always thought Lili was the most similar to me. Although only four years old, she was already fiercely opinionated and was never afraid for her voice to be heard. Physically too. Leo and I were fairly similar in appearance, male and female aside, but she seemed to have still managed to adopt my traits more. A lighter tan unlike Leo's honey brown and light, close to white with blonde hair.

he was probably with his other family, while I was here, waiting for his return. "Vivian Atelo is a fashion designer, and is Canadian based. Their children are in high school now, and... Lyla, I'm so sorry about this." Ivy threw the papers away and drew me into a tight hug. I felt my lungs collapse and my throat tightening in tears. Why did it hurt so much? I squeezed my eyes shut to control the tears from falling. I wasn't supposed to care. I should have gotten over Michael by now, but why... Why did it feel like my heart was being ripped out of my chest?

Though, I started reviewing even before I graduated… nerves still lingering inside me. "What else?" Mrs. Alvarez asked. I don't know but they seem too interested in my life. "I'm also a fashion designer under Eithan Apparels. I do haute couture and wedding gowns." "Such a talent! I'm Olivia and a fashion model in the US. Hoping to work with you soon," said the gorgeous lady, Olivia Harris. "I'm just starting—" I was interrupted when Mrs. Gutierrez's voice dominated throughout the entire room when the door opened.

OLIVIA I'm having a hard time adjusting to the earth. It's rather unfortunate that my life was fading away like the evening sun and I can't even do anything about it. “I'm waiting for your response, Adrian. I don't enjoy being kept in suspense for too long and that's precisely what you're doing to me right now,” Rene fumed. Her voice got louder by the minute. “Yes, I do know them. Olivia is Cyril's husband while the lady standing next to her is Kate, Olivia's assistant,” Adrian briefly explained.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

his blue eyes gleamed with curiosity. “She’s…sort of a friend,” I said vaguely. Olivia let out a cold snort. “God! I can’t believe anyone would be friends with that little slut. She’s a disgrace to the Royal Academy.” “Olivia!” Odin snapped. “What? Just telling the truth here,” she whined. “Odin, come on, are we seriously teaming up with Riley Monroe? She pissed off our heir. She’s now the walking target! We’ll be damned if we get her on our team. And I hate her myself. That smug face, that know-it-all attitude…Ugh!”

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.

Olivia scrambled all the way back until her spine hit the hard wooden headboard right next to the metal IV stand. "Did you really think I’d never find out?" Vulcan snarled, standing right over her bed, blocking out all the light in the room. "Did you think I wouldn't realize that the maid, Olivia, was Mike Hawthorne’s actual daughter?! Did you think I would fail to find my promised betrothed just because you were my mate?!" Olivia’s breath hitched violently in her throat. WHAT?! Yara screamed hysterically inside her mind, her wolf howling in absolute horror. WHAT IS HE SAYING?!