Olivia Saujana Novels & Stories

Olivia replied to Mason. “Is he in ...” Mason paused, but Caleb completed his incomplete statement. “Yes, Mason. He is the same guy who had been working with Sia on the English project in which you ditched her.” “I never wanted to.” He murmured to himself. Olivia was about to say something but was called by impatient Sia, so she went to her room to help her friend in getting ready. “How Do I Look?” She asked when she was completely ready. She wore a white spaghetti top and a black knee-length skirt. She kept her naturally straight hair open, which flowed past her shoulders. She paired her dress with a brown booth.

" 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 .

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

"Oh. I didn't know that. In that case, it is really nice to meet you. I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." "Yes, ma'am." He said. "No. I'm not ma'am and I'm not Luna. I'm Savannah. Please remember that. I don't care what Kane told you. I'm just Savannah." I said. "Okay. He did tell me to protect the Luna." Lucas said. "Well, your Luna will be very pissed off if you don't use her real name. Anyway, are you sticking around now because these kids are waiting for me." I said. "Yeah. I can practically see their tails wagging and they haven't even shifted." He smirked.

As long as I didn’t overwork everything would be just fine. “Olivia!” Mr. Santana called out and a girl quickly made her way over to us. She looked from Mr. Santana to me with her intimidating dark brown eyes and all I wanted to do was run. After dealing with a bunch of jealous bitches at the club I was most definitely not in the mood to experience it again. “This is Serena Reyes I told you about and she will be working with you. Please take it easy on her.” Mr. Santana spoke but had unfortunately already disappeared before I could even process what was happening.

Olivia crossed the room and set one of the two flutes of sparkling juice down before lowering herself into one of the two guest chairs. "Thanks. How's the jet lag?" Noemi picked up her glass and sipped. "I am so tired." Olivia slumped in her seat. They sipped their juice for a moment, both openly studying the other. Olivia was a pretty girl with sun streaked blonde hair, freckles and tanned skin that spoke of a lot of time spent outdoors. She was that type who didn't need to wear a bit of make-up to look gorgeous either. Scarlett had mentioned Olivia's backpacking all over the place and she looked the part from her worn, slip-on shoes to the jeans worn through with holes Noemi doubted had be

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.

“And the first ever slave of King Sven of Māui, Olivia the Fae.” The cheer is even more thunderous as I stop walking, taking my position next to the announcer. I do not feel anything by hearing the people of Māui cheer for me, it feels almost mocking and deafening to my ears. I am tightening my hands on my staff— now two, as I raise my head up and scan the crowd.

I blinked, pushing away the dark thoughts, and followed the indicated direction. Olivia appeared during the break, a young woman — perhaps twenty-eight years old —, light brown hair tied in a low bun, some strands escaping and framing her face. Her smile was easy, welcoming, and she carried in her hands a notebook with children’s stickers on the cover. Exactly as in Rowan’s description. “Hello! I’m Olivia. You are…?” She extended her hand with kindness. “Emma.” I used the made-up name, shaking her hand firmly. “Emma Sullivan.”

Olivia was surprised to know that she was not Gary’s daughter. Raina bent over to the bar counter holding a bottle of liquor and crying bitterly as she asked impatiently, “Who are you?” Olivia sat next to her and smiled. “Miss Hill, I am Olivia Lopez, Edward Wilson’s girlfriend.” “Oh, it’s you! Are you gonna be Charlotte’s step mom? I must warn you, be careful of her. She is a ****! That woman is conniving, calculating shrew. If she were not such a scheming woman, then how could she become the Wilson family’s heiress?” Raina said through gritted teeth.