Olivia Morgan Novels & Stories

Beyond that was the creak of tree branches and the occasional call of an owl. On the other side of Claudia’s bed, Olivia just seemed to stare into space. She was a woman of exceptional beauty, but I knew she thought, quiet rightly, that her understanding of the Luna’s position was her greatest strength. I admitted I was proud she was my son’s wife, though I certainly had nothing to do with it.

"That's a cute little top. Probably from what, H&M? Target?" Emilia stood up beside me. "Excuse me, do we know you?" The woman ignored her, focusing on me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "You're Olivia Morgan, right? Alexander Carter's latest... acquisition." My stomach dropped. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh please," she scoffed. "Your face has been all over social media. Alexander's mysterious new girlfriend." She made air quotes around the word "girlfriend." "Liv," Emilia murmured, "do you know this woman?"

An Owl flew down and shifted into a lady clad in armor. "No, the timeline of a group of people are getting reset. She needs to live, Arachne." "Fine Athena, but I make no promises the next time I run into her." "Just keep them busy." Then the owl lady took away Arabella. "Who are you?" I asked her as she walked back over to me.

They were still red and puffy from crying earlier. She curled her hair and helped her put on her lavender dress. She adorned her neck and ears with morganite jewelry to compliment the dress. Clara also chose it because it was a wedding gift from the Marquis and Marquise of Corossa. She had to organize hundreds of gifts and label them as the butler instructed. She was glad she was the one to do it, though. It made her job easier for days like this. Magnolia looked in the mirror, she looked a little different with her curls done this way. She liked it.

I'm sorry that it is like this for us' Lilac whimpered. 'It's now not your fault, I'm comfortable you're my wolf' I tried to motivateolivia P.O.V

I moved here, I didn't settle in, I just needed a place to exist, a place far from them. Danielle and Xavier are in Italy, no idea what they are doing, but heard they were making some changes to their company. Fiona and Caden are in Los Angeles, this is the first time since their wedding they woudn't be in Italy. I exhale shakingly as I remember their baby girl, she has propably forgotten me, she'll be six months soon, and I miss her -Lily Viola Blu. I blink back tears, knowing that I failed her, I failed all of them.

“Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, kind of old... well, your age.” “And was he a total dick?” Elias nodded, “Yeah.” I gave Ella a heavy glance before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “Do you know who it is?” Cato asked, stepping forward, “Dad?” I slammed the champagne bottle on the table. “Luciano fucking Megestanis.” “Luciano? The guy who-” Cato began, his eyes flickering to Ella. “Yes, that guy.” The guy who molested Ella, raped a poor human woman, assisted Andrea Martinez, and somehow broke free from my prison. To list a few.

“What did you do? This better not be what I think it is because if it is, you are going to regret it. I am going to ask you for the last time. WHERE IS JESSICA?” "Not here," Olivia said. I actually looked at her properly. Brown hair. Pale. Small. Wearing some old black dress that had clearly seen better decades. “Oh. Are you looking at my clothes? I changed into this last night after eating. Sandwich.” "I am a joke to you? Who the hell are you! What were you doing on my bed?" I said again. "Olivia Morgan. I'm Jessica's sister." The room swayed and I grabbed the bedpost. My shirt was untucked, my shoes were still on, and I looked exactly as bad as I felt.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.