Olivia Le Clark Novels & Stories

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.

Olivia leaned back and let the truth settle. Her clone wasn’t reactive, she was proactive. She was playing offense. A shadow version of her. A version made for war. And she still had Olivia’s daughter. That was the deepest wound, the quietest one. The one she carried under every breath. The world split down the middle. Some believed Monroe Atelier was the “real” Olivia. Others were convinced EVE Corp held the authentic one. People argued online, “Monroe Olivia survived trials and murder charges, she’s the real one.”

Olivia grumbled all the way. *** Olivia stopped her steps at one of the roadside shops. His eyes glanced over the paper that had the words, 'A woman / man aged 20-25 years is looking for a shop clerk.' Olivia studied the writing carefully. He doesn't want to make mistakes like yesterday, where he has to endure the shame of not checking when his paper was printed. Enough, enough, don't be reminded again! It was ... Olivia was really embarrassed by that. "Excuse me, miss. How can I help you?" asked the shop clerk in a friendly manner.

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

“They may mock your past, but your future is yours alone.” A knock sounded at the door. Clara entered, carrying a brown folder. Olivia was now a renowned CEO and celebrated designer, with her gowns acclaimed as the number one in Asia and recognised in several other countries. “Miss Levine, an official letter from Anderson Corp. Would you like to read it?” “Anderson Corp? Did David send it?” Olivia raised an eyebrow. “Mr David has requested a business meeting. It seems… he himself wishes to meet you,” Clara replied. Olivia was silent for a moment, then her lips curved into a faint smile.

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

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.

what is Olivia up too now? hope I tried???