Olivia Rodrigo Gif Novels & Stories

The great advantage as a wolf was that wounds could heal up themselves. “Ooh totally forget about that I guess I'm quite the unlucky one” he said bitterly. I had no idea what he meant and I wasn't ready to ask either. Derick seemed a little relaxed, “What's your name?” he asked suddenly. "And where are you from? What pack?" My heart pounded in my chest. I had to think fast. “My name is Olivia,” I replied smoothly, forcing myself to meet his look. “I'm from the Silver Moon Pack.” I lied, I didn't have a pack after all so I had to think of something

She even forgot what she wanted to say. Ethan wrapped an arm around Olivia's waist and looked affectionately at her. "You look so beautiful today, Liv. You're as beautiful as I imagined you would be." Then, Olivia heard Jorge say happily, "Look over here." She instinctively looked toward Jorge and heard a snap. A photo had been taken.

“Liam, you get more handsome every day.” “What a man, my God! This woman is so lucky.” “If you ever get tired, call me in the DMs.” “If I had a man like that, I’d never complain about life again.” “Someone introduce me to this perfect husband, please?” Olívia felt her stomach churn. She took a deep breath, her jaw tightening. — Then let’s step onto the stage. — she murmured. — You want a show, Liam? Let’s give them one. She opened the comment field and typed:

“We’ve had sightings. Pilgrims returning. Fires lit in the old temple hall.” “Let them burn themselves out,” Olivia said. “Not this time.” Olivia’s assistant tapped a video. A blurry figure walking through the ruins. Black hair. Bare feet. Pale skin. Olivia froze. It wasn’t the clone. It wasn’t any clone. It was Jessica. Lira swallowed hard. “We need guidance. Are we containing or engaging?” Olivia stared at the screen. The figure in the video lifted her head. The face, untouched by death, untouched by the silver blood that should have ended her, smiled directly at the camera.

The other omega seemed to finally relax a bit at that. Olivia grinned recognizing Xavier on the platform. She quickly lifted Dorian up and walked towards the alpha with Lilly hot on her heels. “You must Xavier,” Olivia greeted with a bright smile. It was time to convince and earn friendship. Syliva could only do so much. The rest was on them. “I am Olivia and this is my son Dorian,” she introduced politely, “And this is my Sister Lilly,” she added cautiously. Lilly kept her gaze low. Her frame trembled from tiredness and fever.

Suddenly, a disharmonious female voice broke the dreamy atmosphere in the air. “Mr. York! You really shouldn’t be asking her for a dance!” Olivia strutted over on her limited edition heels as she glanced at Melanie in disdain. “Who are you?” Leo was displeased. “Who are you to dictate who I dance with?” “It doesn’t matter who I am. You’ll understand why once I explain my reasons to you,” Olivia said with a wave of her hand. Someone behind her stepped forward, and handed her a small remote control. Olivia posed flamboyantly as she pressed a button on the remote control. A news report flashed onto the big screen, drawing everyone’s attention to the photos featured on it.

Roland couldn't stand seeing her like that, he stood up and went to the stage, he crouched down and pulled her into a hug. "Shh...Just calm down baby, there's no need for you to cry now." He cooed. "But I'm scared, I don't think I can do this Mr." Olivia cried. Roland pulled out of the hug and the wiped off her tears. "Don't say you can't do it baby, you can, I trust you can, you're a big and strong girl and you should let your fear get to you." He said softly. "What's your favorite flower?"

Her tears have stopped now but she still looks sombre. I open the door and there is my girl. She runs towards us wagging her tail and I release Olivia's hand to crouch down to her level. Roxie jumps on me and I fall on my back with her licking my face. I hear a giggle and look up to see Olivia with the brightest and most amazing smile I have ever seen grace her gorgeous face.

I finish with a smile on my face. Before Caleb could say anything a clapping sound emanated from behind him. Caleb turned to look behind him, giving me a clear view of who the sound was coming from. Olivia stood beside Caleb's bed, her hands clapping together with a sly smile spreading across her face. "Say hello to all my five hundred thousand followers," she said, her voice dripping with malice. I noticed a tripod stand in front of her, holding her phone, the screen glowing with what looked like a live stream.

The shoe struck his head. "What the fuck?!" he yelled. Now, all eyes were on Olivia. "Who's that weirdo?" "OMG!" "Isn't that the nerd?" "Fuck, what’s she doing here?" "She actually looks kinda pretty, though." "She looks like a deranged cow." Olivia didn’t care. She started jumping, her hair flapping wildly. "I feel free!!! I feel like flyiiiiiing!" Laughter and giggles filled the air as people raised their phones, eager to capture the spectacle. Olivia dashed to the stage and grabbed a mic. From the floor, Riley watched, her lips trembling.