Olivia Omb Novels & Stories

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.

"And I'm Olivia from Divine Vermillion Clan. Rank Second and also known as the Indomitable Warrior." I gazed at Olivia. Her face looks familiar. Where did I see her before? I doubt we've met each other before. "Wow, you are all amazing. It's a pleasure to meet you all. I'm Arielle Wilhelm." I said and shook their hands. Suddenly, an image flashed in my mind upon a closer look at Olivia's face. "Miss Olivia, can I ask you a question?" "Oh, sure, dear. Ask away," she said with a faint smile as she took a sip of her wine.

" Olivia lane Twenty two years old Date of birth : 16th august 2000 Her parents are divorced has a brother who recently got into an accident. Her mother owns a small eatery and they live in one of this old buildings here in lA . Finished high school but didn't go to college So they are basically poor and that's exactly what we need ". David read out the file about the things he was able to gather about Olivia to Christopher who just sat down with a stoic expression on his face .

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

Olivia looked at Soloman and said, "It's too painful; I can't stand it. I want to use my blood to break it." She then turned to Oliver, "Oliver, you should try it too. How can you endure this pain for ten days to half a month? And Mr. Soloman is Mr. Gabe's senior. Mr. Gabe is the mystic employed by Harper Entertainment, not some fraud." Oliver looked up to see Joey subtly shaking his head at him. He then said, "You go first. I'll think about it." Olivia resolutely took the fruit knife from the table, cut a small incision on her finger, and squeezed a few drops of blood onto the center of the compass.

She looked to be in her late thirties. Olivia relaxed a bit, but she still had her guard up. She eyed the steaming plate of pasta and warm bread with suspicion. “I’m Elena,” the woman continued, catching the hesitation, and wariness in Olivia’s eyes. “I work here.” Olivia was not a distrustful person, but now, she could not help but be wary of everyone around her. “I’m not hungry,” Olivia lied, swallowing heavily. Her stomach, choosing that moment to betray her, growled loudly. She bit her lower lip in embarrassment and looked down at the offending stomach to hide her embarrassment.

These thoughts drive him insane, and they make him want to crush her right then and right here, right now! He even imagined himself being the one that Olivia is currently dancing on the dance floor. Her arms are wrapped into his neck while he is crushing her lips with his and massaging her butt with his hands. Olivia is a combination of what Rebecca and Althea are. At first glance, you'll think Olivia is kind of modest because of her innocent-looking face, but she's as wild and as bold as her cousin Rebecca can. A face of an angel but as bold and wild as an evil. That's Olivia Cristine De Vera's effect.

That left Olivia feeling flustered. "This is my daughter, Olivia." Olivia's mother stepped forward, speaking politely, "She's a bit impulsive, please forgive her." "My sincerest apologies, madam!" Olivia said and bowed, feeling overwhelmed by the old lady's presence. "Being a little impulsive is rather endearing for a young woman," Madam Morgan replied calmly. Olivia felt elated upon hearing the praise from the old madam. "I heard that you are the chairperson and one of the founders of the International Socialites Gala, is that right?"

“We have eight thousand, Alpha Dominic. I am confident that we can win this, but you know how Olivia is. She is an unpredictable b*tch and she wanted all of us dead so bad. We have no idea what she can do. What she can sacrifice just to have her revenge. She had already sold her body and soul to whatever it was that made her look like that.” “Does she scare you?” I laughed a little at Liam after seeing that horrified look on his face as he lowered his binoculars again. “Are you serious? She terrifies me, Dominic. I mean, who would do this kind of thing? Selling your body and soul to something that you are not sure what it is just to have revenge? That’s a total fuck-up!”

Olivia joined her, feigning coincidence. “Looks like we’re partners,” Olivia said with a wide grin. Angelie returned a polite smile. “Seems so.” “I’m Olivia West. Does the name sound familiar?” Angelie shook her head. “No, I’m afraid it doesn’t.” “Hmm, must be new to this world,” Olivia mused, doing a fake laugh. “Too bad. You should know me by now. I came with my soon-to-be fiancé. His name is Jeff Lu. That name rings a bell, right?”