Olivia Rose Keegan Age Novels & Stories

Olivia Black / Liv (28) Job: Professor Assistant at NYU (New York University). Graduated in business from University of Chicago Personality: Outgoing, Independent, Friendly, Bubbly, Productive, Low Self Esteem, Caring. Looks: Long wavy blonde hair, Almond shape green eyes, fine pointed up nose, plump lips, curvy, 5’4, 88kg (195lbs), White but Tanned skin. Stretch marks and cellulite, small scar on right collar bone. Small tattoo of a butterfly on her left hip.

She felt Stark naked under those dark eyes. She couldn't give him the satisfaction of believing she was afraid of him. Furthermore, she smiled cutely, accentuating the faint dimples spotted on her cheeks. Olivia was eighteen, yet her good looks and figure could put her fellow girls into shame. Hair wavy and brown, eyes large and white like that of a puppy, porcelain skin smooth as jade, busty and tiny waist swaying down to a curvy and plump hips. All these were followed with smooth long legs.

Elena’s eyes widened slightly. “At the club? Olivia, are you sure about that?” Olivia chuckled softly. “Mommy… I’m twenty now. I won’t do anything crazy, I just want to have fun with my friends.” Nathan turned to his wife. “She’s an adult now, honey. Let her be. We trust Olivia, right?” Elena sighed, torn between worry and acceptance. “Alright, but promise me one thing—don’t get drunk.” Olivia straightened up and smiled sweetly.

Eva Gibson’s pov Standing together, Eva, at eighteen, and Olivia, at twenty-five, held each other's hand as they watched the dirt cover the graves of their parents at their large pack's cemetery… “What are we going to do?” I questioned my older sister who was weeping quietly. Giving me a look of sympathy she asserted, “I will drop out of university and get a job at the pack's shopping center.” I side-eyed her in disbelief. “But Olivia, you were getting honors and are close to graduation,” I said softly.

“It’s Olivia. Olivia Brookes.” The name struck me like a physical blow, making me stagger back. “What?” “You’re my wife, Olivia,” Kellan said, his voice breaking. Wife? I stared at him, the world tilting beneath me. He took another step forward, his hands reaching out to steady me before thinking better of it. "I know this sounds insane, but it's the truth. Carl has been lying to you. You're not Amanda Dawson. You're Olivia Brooke, my wife. We were happy, Amanda. We were in love. And then you disappeared. I thought I'd lost you forever."

Yosh to talked to my dad and left us with Kevin and Finn "So Olivia , how old are you?" Finn asked "60" I answered and Olivia looked at me disbelief "I'm-" "90" I cut her "Daniel!" "Excuse us , she needs to go to the toilet" I smiled to the boys and pulled her to the other side "60?90? Really? Are you insane?" She asked "They were looking at you like that" I bursted and she looked at me blankly "Daniel , I'm with you" "But still.. I hate it. This is mine that's why no one can't look at it" I gestured her and she chuckled

Rose interrupted Olivia, saying, "You're a nice girl. Don't worry. It's just filming a video. She wants it, so we're just putting on a little act…" Rose knew Kelly well—she was deeply calculating and also proud and arrogant. She wanted Olivia to send a video of her ripping off her gown, mainly to enjoy someone else's discomfort and to demonstrate her current power to easily control other people's fate. Since she wanted a bit of excitement, she would give it to her. However, it wasn't necessary to give her something real. Rose quietly shared her plan with Olivia, who seemed very hesitant. "Will she get mad…?" Olivia asked.

Olivia was too young to have a child of Dorian’s age she is 19 after all. Rose decided to check on Olivia in the evening. Lilly gladly invited her for dinner. The tension and worry progressively faded. “When are you having the ceremony?” Rose asked as she put her bag into the carriage. The horse neighed softly. “Which ceremony?” Liam asked curious. He followed the doctor out hoping for some privacy to talk, but everyone was there.

Hera sobered up quickly though. "But his love life looks problematic though" she shared. That faded Olivia's amusement. "What do you mean?" she asked with concern. Hera sighed. "Kyle said that his scarecrow is already married to someone," Hera said. Olivia is shocked. "What? At such a young age? She is just 18 years old. How can she marry anyone when she is not even of legal age?" she gasped. Hera is not sure about it.

She has to escape! “Madam! Madam Olivia?” Rose’s voice brings her back to reality and she involuntarily turns her gaze at her. For the first time she notices Rose properly. She is a beautiful girl in her early twenties! Elder to Olivia off course but yet she is very sweet and looks the same age. Her face is just as innocent as she is. Her pink lips are thin and prominent, in contrast to her dark brown skin and deep black eyebrows. Her face is oval and she has medium length black hair and thick and long eye lashes. When she smiled, which she often did, she had two tiny dimples that added to her beauty! For the first time Olivia realised that despite her dark skin, the girl was a genuine beaut