Olivia In She's The Man Novels & Stories

She refused to accept it. "You conniving witch! Give me back my money!" She screeched like a banshee, practically pouncing on me to attack me, but she was clamped in place by Charles, his expression cold and sinister. With a sneer, he said, "Didn't you say that you loved me for who I was, and not what I had? You spent money to fake medical reports, lied about being terminally ill, drugged my drink to get into bed with me, and caused me to get divorced.

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.”

Olivia looked up to see who was interfering in her business ,she opened her mouth to curse but the words got stuck in her throat as she came face to face with a handsome man with a kind of eyes she has never seen before . "Is it possible for someone to be this handsome?" The guy that tried to harass her while she was using the restroom rushed up and ran out . " Mind your business!" She finally brought herself to speak up although she sounded more calmer than she intended . She dusted her gown and made to leave when her shoe heels broke and she turned to fall but was instantly caught by a broad but warm arms. Christopher stared gently at the woman in his arms . How can someone that feels th

“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.”

She looked like she was trying to dance the memory of the last five years out of her bones. I watched a man try to approach her, his hand reaching for her waist. I took a step forward, my hand already moving toward the weapon at my back, my vision tunneling with a cold, murderous rage. But Olivia didn't need me. She turned on him with a look so sharp it could have drawn blood, and the man recoiled as if he’d been struck. That was my girl.

Is he the one on phone or it is just her head. "Who... are..." "You are awake?" The man says, pause, he takes the phone off his right ear and turns his back Immediately she regrets her guts. It is the demon. "What are you doing here?" "Can you stop talking to me like a meanie?" Olivia eyes him and murmurs to herself "isn't that what you are." She looks around the bench she was laying on before looking for her shoe for her cold feet. He rose up and speaks "Stand up."

Olivia screamed, flinging the door open again and racing into the corridor. She dashed down the hallway, ignoring the stares and whispers. Somewhere in the back corridor, she heard soft sobbing. Her heart clenched. She turned the corner and froze. A man in a dark jacket was kneeling behind Eliana, one arm wrapped around her, the other holding her tightly. His cap was low, shadowing most of his face. Eliana looked weak, nearly unconscious. “HEY!!” Olivia shouted, voice sharp like a blade. The man looked up. Their eyes locked.

Rather than correct her assumptions, the man frowned at her reply. She was poor but she was beautiful too. It was difficult to believe she was still a virgin. “Are you sure, you're a virgin Miss?“ he asked again and this time, Olivia only nodded. “Alright. I don't do slave trades though but I have a job for you," the man added after her response. It was not Olivia's turn to frown. If he wasn't buying her or selling her, what sort of job did he have for her?

She used her small hand to push his strong waist. “Darlington Hubby, it feels so uncomfortable in the position. I want to lay down.” “No way, stay like this.” Olivia heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled by her ears. Olivia felt blood rush into her small face instantly. She struggled for a while then she gave up struggling, one of her small hands gripped tightly onto the sheet that covered the chairs. This man was too shameless and hörny. What if someone sees them? “Darlington Hubby, I’m still worried about Sunny, what do you think happened to her?”

She could hear the sound of her own heart beating loudly. What did they want from her? "I...I have nothing to offer, please. I only have a few dollars if you want," she stammered, swallowing her own spit. The two men chuckled, as they approached her closely. "That's where you're wrong. You have a lot to offer, pretty, besides your money," the drunken man slurred, eyeing her body up and down, licking his lips. Olivia shifted backwards, wrapping her arms around her body. The man at her back caught her in his arms and she gave a loud shriek, "Let me go! Someone help!!"