Olivia Le Clark Novels & Stories

The next day at lunch time I’m not invited to go with Nancy and the others. No surprise there, after the way I snapped at Nancy yesterday. I look for the nearest cafe and sit alone with a latte between my hands. I observe people sitting near me for a while until I remember what’s in my purse. I take out my phone and call Miranda. “Who is this?” She asks. “It’s me, Olivia! This is my new number.” “You finally got a new number! Good for you! I was so sick of calling you home like we were in a bad 90’s movie. So, tell me what’s new.”

“And Livvy… it would mean the world to me if you’d be my maid of honor.” The lump in Olivia’s throat grew tighter. Clara had been her rock in the darkest times, her unwavering support when the world felt like it was crumbling around her. How could she say no to the woman who stayed at her bedside during labor? She was her only family left, aside from her younger brother in the US studying architecture. “I’d be honored,” Olivia said, after much thought. It was only right for her to attend her wedding. “Good!” Clara chirped. “Because I’ve already started planning your dress fittings. And Peter is dying to meet you and…” There was a pause, then a softer tone. “How’s she doing?”

Clara signaled for the servants to leave and wait outside while she attempted to prevent Olivia from destroying her clothes once again. "Everything I did was pointless, Clara. I heard with my own ears that they slept together!" Olivia shouted, exasperated. "I don't understand how this could happen. There were rumors that the slave was in love with the Alpha's son from her previous pack," Clara said, suspicious. "Lily is sly and deceitful. She deceived all of us!" Olivia said, full of hatred, her teeth clenched. Clara approached her friend, urging her to take a deep breath and control her temper. Olivia looked around and realized her room was ruined. Angrily, she sat down on her bed, her arms

As if we didn’t both know exactly where he had been all along. “I’m serious, Jade. Get out there, have some fun, and do something reckless for a change. You’re way too careful and way too hard on yourself. All you need is to learn how to jump with your eyes closed.” I studied Olivia while she finished her new dish, garnished with dark green arugula leaves. Maybe she was right. I had to take a leap and do something daring for a change. “Liv?” Claire, the girl who manned the takeout counter, asked. “Did you prepare that order I put through?”

Olivia took out the access card Granny Claire had given her, slid it into her jacket pocket, and placed it in the scanning machine. Yes, Olivia was dressed formally, but not in the traditional sense. She wasn't wearing the typical all-black suit with a white shirt underneath. Instead, she wore a white jacket with a pink lining and jeans. Granny Claire had emphasized the importance of appearing appealing, even if not in designer clothes. After all, she would be Ignazio's assistant, which meant she would represent the face of Kralligimiz itself. Since Olivia didn't own any work suits—aside from a white shirt and a black skirt, along with her campus alma mater that she only used for exams—Grann

She squealed closing her eyes, her body arching for more friction with my fingers. I continued stroking that area, bringing my fingers to the entrance of it and shuddering in the process when I felt more moisture gathering there. I wanted to remove her panties and see with my own eyes what my fingers were doing, but at the same time I wanted to continue seeing that expression of pleasure on her face. Suddenly, Olivia's body tensed, and with her head thrown back and her nails digging into my wrist, she let out a long gasp before starting to shudder with each pass of my fingers over her clit.

Olivia rudely put her hand up, effectively cutting Liss's thoughts off right there, and it honestly took a lot of restraint to not reach over and stab this bitch. "I get that." Olivia hatefully snapped. "I've studied those kinds of connections; they're brutal. It's on a level far worse than Sam and Kait, am I right?" "If you understand that," Claire chimed in again, trying to use Olivia's words against her. "And you understand the connection, then you know what comes next, and If you want them to see another fucking day, you'll do this." I watched as Claire got directly in her face and gave her the dirtiest glare you could ever give someone.

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.

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

Lucas looked in the direction of the voice and noticed it was a lady, giving off an aura of a fairy, flying toward the main stage. “My name’s Olivia Phillips, from the Aqua Nimbus Organization!” Olivia was a Rank 2 Transcendent Being but to Lucas, she was still a weakling. Lucas smiled faintly, and said to Olivia, “You’re a lady and I am thinking you will be fine if you just get married. Why must you come out and reveal yourself? You think this is a joke?” Hearing it made Olivia’s pupils shrink, and her fair face revealed a cold expression. “I’ll make you experience what it means to regret!” Olivia said coldly.