Olivia Le Clark Novels & Stories

I asked her what it was and asked me to read it. Before I would open it she held my hands asking me if Tanya was Claudia's child and I nodded to her and she shouted no wonder she always saw Claudia in her but she felt that people have their own look like. She asked me what I would do about Claudia's demand and I told her that Claudia's child is dead and she must act at all to be Tanya's mother even if it means she is pretending to love Tanya. "Well, I am sorry I can not love a child that comes from my enemies," Olivia let out sitting on the chair with her eyes closed tapping her feet on the floor then I eyed her from her head to her toes repeatedly.

She lowered her head shyly and Derry held her protectively. Lily lifted her gaze and stared at Lyla for a while trying to remember if she knew her. She listened to Lyla speak and a light bulb lit up in her head. "Ha! Derrick's ex-girlfriend, Ivy," Lily thought and held the Derry's arms and he rubbed Lily's shoulders gently assuring her he was with her seeing she suddenly tensed up. "Oh, hell no, I will not accept this," Lyla yelled still standing at her spot. "Good. You are better now. So you and your aunty can return to your home," Derry announced and relaxed in his seat.

Olivia. C: Olivia, as much as dropping you to a hospital isn’t a pleasure as such I was happy to do it for you. Are you available Saturday evening? I may have just thought of a way for you to make back the time spent with your boiler. Connor. O: I don’t usually work weekends, however I would be happy to make the time back. Do you have a meeting on Saturday? According to your schedule you only have the Fundraiser on Saturday evening. Olivia C: Actually Olivia, it's the fundraiser I need help with. Do you have anything appropriate to wear? If not, I will happily purchase one for you and add it to my expenses. Connor.

Her eyes slowly watered as she watched them dance slowly and people around them were clapping. The dance ended very quickly and they moved to the next agenda. Ophelia felt so proud of herself for accomplishing her deal. Olive climbed the podium with his son but before he spoke into the microphone, he looked at his son curiously and whispered "Are you sure about this? Why can't she become Luna? What plans do you have?" He asked worriedly. "Don't worry, dad. I know what I am doing but haven't announced her as Luna." Ethan resources firmly. Olive's eyes darted toward where Clara was standing and saw that Ophelia had engaged her in a conversation.

We were far away from the gym stage where the teachers were counting votes, but a large LED screen displayed the automatic updates of the votes. I am delighted to see Olivia advancing in the polls. She's truly unique. Students at Clover High adore her. It was unfortunate for the other candidates because their votes did not even match Olivia's. There were two full slates of candidates for SC and one independent candidate for president. Luke Benjamin, a fellow junior and classmate, was one of Olivia's rivals for the presidency. He was the only one who had a complete lineup. He's always in the top two between my and Olivia's academic rankings.

When the weight of the business had fallen on her shoulders, they’d been there to direct and counsel her. Olivia received her master’s degree in landscape architecture at the prestigious Cornell University, Ithaca in New York’s lakes region. Rated as the top institute to recieve this type of degree. She enjoyed her time there, graduating with honors. Her father was very proud. It meant the company would now submit tenders for bigger projects, commercial development, medical buildings, industrial parks, multi-family, senior living, and many facets of the commercial landscaping industry. As she sank back into her chair, her anger grew as she thought of the vandalism on the job. She knew Sherif

I put Zacharias down in his crib next to Stefano in the corner making my way back to the table "First of all, I am the Chief Investigator at WSP, Detective Clarke," he began pulling a badge from his pocket and showing me the Washington patrol star logo. "Is your name Ella Jones?" "Ella Loren actually," I replied sitting down at the table. "Is Leonardo Loren your legal husband?" he asked. "Yes," Not strictly true. We never officially married in the human way. "Is your maiden name Jones?" "Yes." "Do you have any evidence of your marriage?" He asked.

She greeted James Richardson and Xavier Brooks with a cool nod, her perfect composure never wavering. James approached her, curiosity lighting his eyes. "Swift, are you on the Shadowcrest team now?" Olivia shook her head calmly. "No. I study healing algorithms, so I came here today to sharpen my skills." I pretended to focus on my tablet, but my ears caught every word. James listened attentively, clearly impressed by Olivia's presence. I could almost see him mentally reviewing her remarkable résumé—elite doctorate by twenty-five, the territory's top female racer known as "Swift," fearless in competition and extreme sports alike.

============= Olivia Herrington POV I smile walking out of the building I get into my car. I pull off the brunette wig. I shrug off the white shirt. I fix my tank top under it. I place my blonde hair in a messy bun. I shrug on a pair of skinny jeans and unzip the shirt. I throw it in the back. I shrug on a pair of sneakers. My phone rings. Thinking its Bridge, I answer. “Livia.” “Hey…” A familiar deep and soft voice causes me to pause.

She was not prepared for her sister's heat to be over so soon though; she had been hoping to stop them before it went too far. "First prize goes to captain obvious," Clary muttered, standing up and pulling Olivia into a tight hug. "I've missed you, don't stay away so long next time. Is this your mate?" she asked when she released her and turned to the ebony skinned man with dark eyes and golden scales covering her arms, obviously having decided against covering her marks. "He's handsome" she whispered in Olivia's ear, making her giggle.