Olivia Omb Novels & Stories

Some stranger was speaking with him, but my attention wasn’t on the man. It was on the woman. Olivia Marchel. A-list actress and Eleanor Rowe London’s brand ambassador. I knew it was professional. But logic didn’t calm the fire burning through my veins. Every time Olivia laughed and every time her fingers brushed the sleeve of Julian’s suit, I wanted to rip her couture gown to shreds and pin her against the display glass. “Trouble in paradise?” Irine nudged me, her laugh dripping with satisfaction. “Who?” I asked flatly, feigning ignorance.

Olivia was amazed as she nodded mockingly and walked around the place "Dear sol, I feel sorry for you… this is my territory… I'm the queen here.. whatever I say goes… you should be worried because you are already a dead woman," Olivia smirked and ousted back a chair and gracefully sat down. Solange was fuming in anger. If only she was free then Olivia Altamirano would be six feet under "You are nothing Olivia, yes now you might have the power… but you are a criminal… I'm sure it took fucking a darn mafia to reach here!" Solange said bitterly, Olivia wasn't affected by such words but she knew what to do

She was dressed casually, jeans and a sweater but still looked too perfect for this place. Her smile was polite when she spotted me. “Hi. You must be River. Elliot told me a lot. I’m Luciana.” I nodded. “Nice to meet you.” She looked around, clearly trying to place herself. “Your family... is big.” “It gets louder too.” Olivia stepped out with the same confident walk. Same calm eyes. She looked more beautiful since the last time Daniel and I had seen her at that conference. “River,” she said, her voice warm. “You’re looking better than the last time I saw you.”

My stomach burns with rage, Romano is a monster. “Shut up! You don’t know what you are talking about. Olivia is an innocent girl, she would never deceive me or do anything behind my back, she is just a victim of our wickedness, but she is nothing like us or her father, she is good,” Stefan defends me.

Hillary continued scathingly. “What is this all about you and Mark? God!” Olivia exploded “I wish there were more people like him in the world, or at least in this place, you know why? Because of attitudes like yours, I'd rather be with Mark a thousand times than spend a minute with any of you!” She continued looking at Hillary and Cindy, "You guys are the worst! Mark didn’thing to you!” Without giving them time to answer, she took my hand to get us away from those idiots. “Do you know what’s the worst?” We heard Daniel ask “That at no point did Liv's pet defend himself! We already know who’s the bitch in the relationship.” He laughed.

she whispered. "What the fuck!" I screamed, the orange juice in my glass sloshing dangerously close to the rim. "Olivia!" "Wait," Becca leaned in, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. "What do you mean? How is it horrible? He’s a champion polo player!" Olivia sighed, clasping her hands tightly in her lap, her boho-chic rings clicking together. "His dick is small," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "And I... I never cum. Ever. It’s just five minutes of nothing and then he falls asleep."

As if Diana's presence here was no big deal. "What do you mean?" Olive chuckled. "Can't you understand what I'm saying, Mrs. Diana? You must be much older than me, right?" Diana gritted her jaw. "I just want to talk to Thomas. I have nothing to do with you!" "Obviously there is!" Olive leaned back slightly. "If you forget who I am, it doesn't matter if we get reacquainted." Olive grinned. "I'm Olivia Charlotte. The future wife of Thomas Adam." She deliberately emphasized the word 'future wife' in her words just now.

*BYE GRANDMA* Time for the introduction, Olivia Rose Summers is seventeen years old turning 18 in a few weeks. She was originally from this city but the truth was that this was her first time of coming to the city. She’s 5’3 in height with moderate weight; not plump and not thin either. Olivia has shiny black hair and her eye colour; chocolate. Her grandma always told her she looked like her mother and this has always made Olivia confident in the beauty aspect so speaking about looks, she has never felt insecure about her looks. She has a picture of her mom and she was one of the most beautiful women Olivia had ever seen.

Valor smirked. “Yeah, right. We knew who that person was.” He bumped in, sibilating every word he said. “It was Edom, right, Lady Olivia Norton?” He asked ferociously. Olive felt her hand tremble, but she managed to ignore it. “But how did that bastard get my granddaughter’s number? Hmm?” Valor reached the ceramic jar on his table and wiped it clean. Olive grinned her teeth, trying to rack her mind for the right words to say. She flinched when Valor spoke again.

He only had little time left and he couldn't risk his position for anything. Olivia started at herself in the floor length mirror. She looked good to say the least. He full black hair was pinned in a high ponytail and the blue dress she had on made her eyes pop out. The only thing on her face was lipgloss as her sister had refused to help her with her makeup. Olivia didn't mind. She felt suffocated by it anyway. A soft knock came and Gwen, their new made peeped in. " Mr Payne has arrived, Olivia." The woman said. Olivia nodded.