Olivia Le Clark Novels & Stories

Olivia stood before the glass windows of her penthouse headquarters, watching the skyline burn with early morning light. The world was shifting under her feet faster than she could anchor herself. Behind her, screens showed headlines: MONROE ATELIER’S RETURN THE PHOENIX RISES EVE CORP CEO APPEARS IDENTICAL TO MONROE’S OLIVIA WORLD QUESTIONS IDENTITY THEFT, CLONING, OR LEGEND Her team whispered nonstop, overloaded with crisis, strategy, forecasts. But Olivia remained calm. No blinking. No panic. She had lived through everything, betrayal, trials, assassinations, mothers returning from the grave, Jessica’s rebirth, the truth serum, and the discovery of her own clone.

"But I don't know how to stop feeling this way." Olivia knew what it was like to have something terrible happen and discover that surviving the event didn't mean your mind simply moved past it. After someone tried to kill her, nightmares followed her for months. Ethan eventually connected her with Isaac, one of New York's best therapists—and one of his close friends. "I'm more than certain Isaac can help you," Olivia said. "I'll text him tonight." She squeezed my hand. "And I'll personally take you to see him." I nodded.

It sorta feels like an automatic response upon hearing their kind mentioned that gets me all disgusted and enraged for some reason. "Impossible, the letters from the other side should be delivered at the Alpha's study. There might have been a mix up, deliver that to my husband." Since I don't want to deal nor get involved with the issues involving with the Lycans. "But this one has your name printed on it, Luna." Claude continues. "It even says so in the content." "And who even told you to open it up?" "I'm sorry, but I'm curious." This little... Although now that he had mentioned it, I'm beginning to feel curious as well.

Too short for the life it carries. Clara writes as if every sentence has been weighed against danger. She does not tell them where she is. She does not explain where she went after the Grant household erased her from records. She does not describe the blue room in detail. She does not name every person who hurt, watched, or obeyed. But she confirms enough. Olivia Grant wrote letters during the recovery period. Leah goes still. “Recovery,” she repeats softly. Tyler turns from the window. Julian’s eyes narrow. “Whose term?”

'Wait, what? She let out a questioning voice and made a confused expression. Chandler raised an eyebrow. This was not the time to be thinking about being the recipient to an unrequited attraction but her drunk mind was already picturing long fingers slide down and settle at her waist. The feeling had not yet subsided and she reluctantly kept on thinking of Levi, despite having a famous, well off, well built man with a double life who might pose a threat to her plans right in front of her. Chander's sudden interruption brought her back.

The thought of Olivia being touched by another man sent a shiver down my spine, my blood boiling in anger as I clenched my fist trying to look calm. "Nathan please I can explain," Olivia said with tears clouding her vision. "It's her best friend's daughter, Nathan" Leah blurted out. I instantly calmed down, I was relieved, at least she is not with any man. I mentally slapped myself for thinking in that direction. "Okay what is she doing here," I said breathing a sigh of relief. But why the fuck is Claire calling Olivia, mum? "I had nowhere to keep her, Her mum left for a two-year course. I'm the only one she considers her mother. I had been there with her mum since she was born" Olivia said

Oliver snorted a laugh, shaking his head. “I’m kinda surprised Ash didn’t tell me that Bobby and Chloe found out that they are mates,” he grumbles. “That’s good news for us, though. It gives Riverview and Liverpool a stronger link.” I finally see the ocean, and I stop, completely missing the rest of Oliver’s rant. The waves crash along the shoreline as children play in the water, squealing with delight while another wave comes tumbling down, splashing over them.

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.

Olivia could only use her palm to gently spank her forehead in distress. "Yeah, I do. But I'm not interested; it sounds odd to me." Olivia refused, shaking her head and cringing at the thought of calling her gynecologist, sister-in-law. Olivia had met Claire back in high school. They were both the best students in different grades. Claire Collymore was popular for being an intelligent chemist. Her ability to define compounds and make mixtures and solutions in the laboratory was top-notch and unmatchable. whereas Olivia was known to be the brain with the installed scientific calculators. She could calculate the longest equation in the shortest duration.

I never want to let this kid go. Clara comes up behind us at some point and leans on my shoulder to look at us. She says it's the cutest thing she's ever seen and then thinks to reach out a hand to gently caress Laurie's cheek. Bad idea. "Get your fücking hands off his face," Olivia growls at that very second in a deep voice that makes us all stop in shock. She rises from the couch and assumes an attack position. She’s ready to strike. Clara's hand stays still, but she doesn't move it away, "I told you to stay away from my son. You have no right to touch him."