Olivia Jarden Novels & Stories

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

“It pays the bills, so I can’t complain.” Olivia worked as a sales assistant in a jewelry store. Though the owner was weird in the sense that he only opened shop from Saturdays to Tuesdays. So she had to pad the rest of the week with various odd jobs like her work at Benji's. “You?” she asked. “What have you been up to?” “A bit of everything.” “That vague?” “For now.” She let out a small breath through her nose. “You act different and now you look different.” Adam tilted his head slightly.

Collin couldn't resist wave to her, once Marvin saw her he waves at her too. "Mr. Halston, can you step into my office." "Good morning, Mr. Reid." "Good morning, Marvin. I'll be with you in a few minutes." "yes, Sir. I'll be waiting." Collin stood in front of the desk. Olivia's father's eyes dart over to Collin like he is some kind of alien from out of space. “So I understand you're from New York, and you're a jeweler.” "Yes, Sir. I've been dealing in jewels for 5 years."

“You are a true businessman, Mr. Damon. You put a lot of thought when doing business. I’ve benefited greatly.” Olivia lifted her head and finally stood up. “Mom, Dad, let’s go.” Sylvia was enraged at how the situation had developed into an impasse. She rushed to stop the Gardners. Olivia, however, was the first to leave. She was the only daughter of the Gardner household and was considered a precious treasure since birth. She was given anything she wanted and, naturally, had an ego. It was beneath her to pursue anything that wasn’t in her grasp.

Mouths dropped, and phones were capturing pictures and videos; all I could see were flashes and dropped jaws. “Holy shit… what the hell are you?” Olivia asked as she stepped back, her eyes wide as she stared at me. Without waiting for a reply, she quickly turned to the shocked crowd. “And this is another reason why Judy shouldn’t be our Luna… because look at her! She’s a freak. We deserve someone more deserving like Lila Blackwell!!!!” Wait… what??

Lavender and ozone. A tear in the fabric of the dream appeared behind Cain. A small, jagged tear of violet light. "Get away from him." The voice was small, high-pitched, but it carried the authority of a queen. Cain froze. He looked over his shoulder. Standing there, in her pink pajamas, clutching a worn-out teddy bear with one button eye missing, was Olivia. She didn't look like a terrified child. In the dream realm, she was luminous. Her outline flickered with purple energy. She wasn't just a passenger in Jack’s mind; she was an intruder who had kicked down the door.

Olivia Black / Liv (28) Job: Professor Assistant at NYU (New York University). Graduated in business from University of Chicago Personality: Outgoing, Independent, Friendly, Bubbly, Productive, Low Self Esteem, Caring. Looks: Long wavy blonde hair, Almond shape green eyes, fine pointed up nose, plump lips, curvy, 5’4, 88kg (195lbs), White but Tanned skin. Stretch marks and cellulite, small scar on right collar bone. Small tattoo of a butterfly on her left hip.

Oliva pouted, “I don’t have the looks even if I want to be an actor.” She was very self-conscious and knew that she was just an ordinary girl. She had an average look, but compared with the beautiful Lily, she seemed mediocre at most. Ms. Oakley, who she met yesterday, was pretty good-looking. However, she was too arrogant and annoying. Oh well… she admitted that she was not good-looking. She was ugly! “You really want to be an actor?!” Jenny put down the things she was holding on the table and turned around. “No, no. I’m just kidding!” Olivia shook her hand and peeked. “What did you bring, Ms. Gray?”

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!”

He asked, taking a seat on his couch and I gently sat down where he had directed me also. "I am…" I started. "I am Olivia Sun," I said. But no words came after. Who was I? Daughter of Mary Sun? Wife of Rico? Personal assistant to Justin? Or his love affair. No job, no family, no recognition. Was that how my life seemed? "I am just a girl…living through life," I said. He nodded, smiling at me. There was a charisma he carried that was tougher than Justin's. His broad shoulders, his triceps, his tattoos. They were way rougher than his dad. Justin had a calmer demeanor, but not Jaden.