Olivia Morgan Novels & Stories

All then seemed to have evaporated into a black hole before my heart pumped me awake. Until then, before I knew it, I'm living the years of my life as the Luna of the Werewolves whole empire, Lumina, only by becoming the Alpha King's wedded wife- a title I'm most shameful of having. But I know that there's still more than what the eyes see. ***** "The letters have arrived, my lady." "What type?" Claude looked at me in confusion while I busied myself completing the reports from the border lands. "What do you mean what type? Are you expecting any other letters except for invitations and requests for an audience?"

She's not mine, she's never going to be mine and there's a ninety-nine percent chance that this is not gonna go the way I'm hoping it will. "Jace?" Olivia's voice calls from my left, I turn my head to look and she's jogging towards me. Her raven hair is in a tight ponytail, she's wearing brue Nike sports bra and leggings with white runners. Sweat, she's sweating and breathing heavily. I don't know what's wrong with me but sweat on a woman is just so hot to me. "Can we talk?" I manage to speak, my eyes involuntarily dropping to her sweaty neck and cleavage. Fuck.

Glen replied. As Dean started whipping the eggs with milk, he wondered when they’d hear something from the kidnapper. When and how they would get proof of life? Would a picture appear via a text message on Olivia or Dean’s phone? Had the caller been authentic? Maybe it really was a hoax, but if so, what had happened to Eli? If he focused on them, he’d go insane. The eggs were in the pan when Olivia arrived downstairs. She’d showered and changed her clothes and her hair was neatly tied back in a bun. She wore a pair of jeans and a white blouse with a smart camel-colored blazer. She looked strong and in control.

He just laughs and closes the door of his car. Looking at the crowd he was now curious why they are circulating that place. "What is happening in here?" Oliver asked the bystander to know something. "They said that Lewis Morgan of the Morgan Company is dating someone" 'Woah, that is some information to know' Oliver nodded his head and asked another question. "Wow, if that is true... do you have a clue who is the girl he is dating?" "Ah... if I heard it correctly. Her name is Jasmine Adelaide. You know, the girl who shocked the Entertainment Industry for sky rocketing fame"

Like the cause of Oliver and Eva's break up. I was so shocked at what I heard. That Eva really had no shame, how could she cheat on Oliver and still have the balls to make me feel like a mistress? It's a pity that Oliver is still in to her. He definitely doesn't deserve a woman as vile as she is. I got to know so much about paige too, and the most amazing part was that she is dancer!! She even danced a little while we chatted. I realized that she was also Guys-resistant just like me.

she says with a disapproved sigh. "That wouldn't be the first he's tried" I answer looking away from the drama scene and toward my grandparents talking with someone. Portia Oliver, she was one of Camila's lawyer, one of the few people who had access to anything Camila owned. Her father has been trying for years to get his hands on that money, he's taken enough but it seems it's never enough for him until he has everything. I was the beneficiary for anything Camila left behind, so there was no way Nick could bribe anyone to get anything from them, I was the only person with the go ahead.

Olivia was finally losing it, she couldn't hope on anyone to come to her aid, Morgan was said to be involved in a car explosion and was dead. Deep down, she hoped it was a lie, it was all in her dream, but the reality was so hard on her, as the coldness of the room hit her system.

If the Moon had chosen me as its heir and fate had designed me for this purpose, then it was a destiny I would embrace no matter the obstacles. I must train my body to the highest level possible. No matter what it takes. I must never slack off. Never grow complacent. Never become weak again. Not after everything that happened. Not after being given a second chance. One day, my very presence would inspire fear in my enemies. My strength would make them tremble. And those who once looked down on me would be forced to acknowledge me. I, Olivia, would rise from the ashes as a reborn warrior. A survivor.

There was a hint of surprise in everyone's gaze. "Madam Morgan, you look remarkably well. I'm Alicia Hans. I'd previously represented two brands under your designer label. Do you remember?" Mrs. Hans concealed her embarrassment and greeted Madam Morgan warmly. Madam Morgan smiled and nodded. "Madam Morgan, this is a gift my mother and I prepared for you. We hope you like it," Olivia said, eager to show off. She handed the gift directly to Madam Morgan, but the old lady did not take it. Instead, a servant behind her accepted it. That left Olivia feeling flustered.

============= 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.