Olivia Hye Novels & Stories

I might as well try and stop my heart from beating on its own. Olivia Radcliffe is a total sex pot. Eighteen years old, she should be modeling in Europe or lounging in the sun in a mansion in Los Angeles. Her I*******m account is private, which I’m sure is a result of her bAnatoliging to one of the richest families in America, but if it wasn’t, she’d have tens of millions of followers.

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!”

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Khloe and I stared at each other shocked so we ducked again and stretched our ears in their direction as I noticed that they were already done with it. "I thought that bitch would fall for me," Olivia said, her voice was making it obvious that she was obviously furious at my Risa. "I told you, Oli. It's not going to work. She's a cheater and the downside to this plan you made is, you are the one who fell for her," David said. "I didn't!!!" Olivia disagreed in a hiss. "All I want is to get revenge. She killed Stella. I know that she cheated with that fück face, Hilary. I know that Stella was right all along."

"And you two must be Hazel and Poppy." "That's me!" Hazel declared proudly. Poppy offered a shy little wave before hiding partially behind Olivia's leg. The woman smiled warmly. "Hello, Poppy." Only then did she rise again. "I'm Sacha. I’m the one you've been emailing for the last three months." Recognition flickered across Olivia's face. "Oh!" Now that she heard the voice and saw the smile, she could almost imagine them attached to the thoughtful emails that had guided her through contracts, schedules and travel arrangements. "It's so nice to finally meet you."

"Mark took her and brought her to his pack but she ended up being adopted by beta Collin and his wife Melissa. They have a daughter so they treated Maya as their own until Mark started showing interest in her and paying her a lot of attention. Melissa felt that her daughter was being ignored and thus started insulting Maya at every chance she got. On Mark's twentieth birthday, he had promised Maya that he was to take her as his luna but he ended up being engaged to Melissa's daughter, Lily. After that Mark went for secret training and that's when Maya was cast out of the pack and made into an omega. Lily also ordered people to abuse her and over five years, she had undergone every kind of to

Hair the same dark silver that Jessica’s had turned in her final days. The figure turned slowly toward Olivia. “Hello,” they said, voice smooth and unhurried. “You finally came.” Olivia took one step forward. “Who are you?” A faint smile. Not warm. Calculated. “People call me Lysa.” “And what do you call yourself?” Olivia pushed. The smile widened just a fraction. “The rightful heir.” Olivia kept her expression flat, corporate, emotionless. “Prove it.” Lysa tilted her head. “I expected you to say something more dramatic.”

“Their family has handed us the preliminary construction work. I want our end executed with precision.” Just as we stepped toward the elevators, a voice cut through the air like a sharp whistle. “Well, well. Look who’s playing boss today.” Olivia. Her heels clicked obnoxiously on the marble tiles as she strutted toward us in an ivory pantsuit that probably cost more than the last two months of payroll. “I hope you ladies know,” she began, flashing a faux-smile at the three women behind me, “that she’s not only an ex-convict but also engaged while shamelessly flirting with another man. Scandalous, isn’t it? Imagine the PR disaster.”

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

Yours Jade <3 I can’t believe my luck. Olivia is more than I ever could have wanted. Not only is she professional, beautiful and easy going, she is also a total nerd. Fuck she is perfect. I lay her down on my bed and find myself staring at her sleeping frame. Don’t be a creep Con.