Olivia Jarden Novels & Stories

The great advantage as a wolf was that wounds could heal up themselves. “Ooh totally forget about that I guess I'm quite the unlucky one” he said bitterly. I had no idea what he meant and I wasn't ready to ask either. Derick seemed a little relaxed, “What's your name?” he asked suddenly. "And where are you from? What pack?" My heart pounded in my chest. I had to think fast. “My name is Olivia,” I replied smoothly, forcing myself to meet his look. “I'm from the Silver Moon Pack.” I lied, I didn't have a pack after all so I had to think of something

He then handed the microphone to Olivia. Olivia calmly took the microphone, a smile on her lips, and stood there, unhurriedly expressing her thanks, "Hello everyone, I'm Olivia Johnson. I'm very grateful that you could find time in your busy schedules to attend my father's birthday banquet..." She was dressed in a gorgeous evening gown, wearing five-inch high heels. With a light smile in her eyes and a soft, confident voice, she stood on stage, exuding an elegance that was hard to resist. After Olivia finished her polite remarks, the master of ceremonies praised her a few more words, and then Alpha Hunter arranged for the cake to be cut.

"You must be something." Olivia looked at her calmly. She had sat across from people trying to destabilise her for six years. She was very hard to destabilise. "He's been a good host," she said. Jade looked at her for a long moment. Then she pushed off the doorframe and her expression settled back into something warmer and she said it was lovely to chat and went back to the living room. Olivia stood at the kitchen counter with her glass of water and stared at the wall for a moment.Then she went to his room. Quietly. She got her bag from the

That left Olivia feeling flustered. "This is my daughter, Olivia." Olivia's mother stepped forward, speaking politely, "She's a bit impulsive, please forgive her." "My sincerest apologies, madam!" Olivia said and bowed, feeling overwhelmed by the old lady's presence. "Being a little impulsive is rather endearing for a young woman," Madam Morgan replied calmly. Olivia felt elated upon hearing the praise from the old madam. "I heard that you are the chairperson and one of the founders of the International Socialites Gala, is that right?"

“Is chocolate your favorite?” “I like all flavors. Can’t choose a favorite,” the green-haired woman simply replied as she began eating. The blonde smiled when she saw that the latter bought mint chocolate chip flavor for her. She knew her well. The both of them ate their ice cream in silence until the blonde thought of something. “Let’s get to know each other tonight,” Olivia said as she turned to look at the latter. “Sure.” She nodded. “You start.” The blonde let out an awkward chuckle and cleared her throat before extending her hand toward her. “I’m Olivia Jean. I’m 27 years old. I’m an obstetrician in Gas General Hospital. I love potatoes and mint chocolate chip.”

Gavin's answer made my entire body freeze. Next week. "Olivia is wrapping up her exclusive collaboration with Chanel before returning to oversee the expansion of her luxury fashion house between Paris and the Philippines." Gavin continued speaking. "She called me last night. She'll be here for my birthday." So they really were talking again. His ex. A bitter laugh nearly escaped my lips. Olivia Valencia. The visionary behind one of the world's fastest-rising luxury fashion houses. The woman whose face had appeared on the covers of Vogue, Harper's Bazaar, and countless magazines I could only admire from a distance.

Finally she took a step forward towards the entrance, the brewed up courage was short lived as she was stopped by the huge guard at the door. “Name and Business??” “O-Olivia,” She stuttered for a moment, he was just so incredulously huge that it shattered every being of her confidence, “Olivia Camden. I’m a fashion designer and— “Yeah and I’m a Nobel prize winning author,” He retorted with the highest form of sarcasm, “What do you want lady??” She stepped back a little bit, unappreciative of his tone but still scared to get pummelled ,she cleared her throat and looked up at him, “I’m here to see your boss.”

"He should be here soon. I need to leave." "Liv, no…" "I'll be back as soon as I can." Olivia took off the jacket. "He'll be suspicious of me. My current identity is Ophelia from Canwell City. The reason I ran out this time was to look for you. You have to remember what I said." Ethan took a good look at her before making up his mind. He said hoarsely, "Okay, I got it. You have to take care of yourself." "Okay."

“What? No, you haven’t. I—what happened?” Olivia sighed deeply, her gaze falling to her lap. “Long story short, the doctor said it’s impossible. I’ve felt the joy of pregnancy once, but I’ll never know what it’s like to give birth or hold my own baby. And that’s why I need your help.” Jane’s face twisted with disbelief. “Mrs. Sterling, this is insane. You’re my employer. My friend. I can’t—” “Friends help each other in bad situations,” Olivia cut in, leaning forward. “And I’m not asking you to do this for free. I’ll pay you any amount you want. I’ll do anything for you. Just… Please, help me.”

“Okay—but don’t blame me when I start acting like the pampered wife I clearly am.” I chuckled. “Perfect. That’s exactly the energy I paid for.” Without hesitation, she grabbed my hand, and we were lead in deeper. Olivia’s eyes sparkled with every section we passed—dresses, heels, handbags, jewelry. She looked like a kid in a candy store. Scratch that—a woman in Jenàz. Halfway through, she turned around holding two dresses. “Pick one.” “They’re the same color,” I deadpanned, trying to stifle my laughter.