Olivia Saujana Novels & Stories

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

I breath out. They all stay silent. I see a look of recognition flash through Cristian's eyes. I cock my head in confusion. He catches my gaze and right as he's about to say something, a larger, older woman came over to us. "Hi I'm Sylvia, I'll be taking care of you today. What can I get for you?" She greets us happily.

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.”

Mouths dropped, and phones were capturing pictures and videos; all I could see were flashes and dropped jaws. “Holy shit… what the hell are you?” Olivia asked as she stepped back, her eyes wide as she stared at me. Without waiting for a reply, she quickly turned to the shocked crowd. “And this is another reason why Judy shouldn’t be our Luna… because look at her! She’s a freak. We deserve someone more deserving like Lila Blackwell!!!!” Wait… what??

She would have been tense with me around and that would have encouraged Sam. “Hold on,” a slim woman stood up now. I knew this one’s name at least, Serah May, another of Sam’s minions turned America's top runway model. She crossed the floor towards Olivia like it was just another runway. But when she stood before Olivia, she looked quite…plain. And it was definitely not my love-biased judgment, because even at that moment, I overheard two men snickering beside me about who between them had more chances of getting Olivia’s attention, and who should approach her.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

The doctor was not optimistic about chances of Laurel’s recovery, but Olivia would not give up so soon. “Olivia Gilbert.” Someone called. She turned to see Rob. “Rob?...” She trailed, waiting to hear his surname. “Saunders. My name is Rob Saunders.” The name rang a bell in Olivia’s head, but she was unsure. “Have we met before?” She finally asked. “Why are you sitting out here all by yourself?” He asked. “Did Trina's questions provoke you?” “A little.” Olivia admitted. “I’m not in a great place mentally right now either, I would hate to say something I would regret.”

Sana never left her side even when they lived twenty minutes apart. “Hi darling!” She heard her cheerful voice from the other end which made her smile instantly. “Hello, where are you?” She asked. Sana studied architecture. It was their shared goal since childhood, but Olivia could not afford college after she was done with school. She was glad for her friend though. “Same old college.” She heard her dramatic sigh. Olivia laughed but remembered why she had called her. “Um, Sana, do you know any jobs I can apply for?” She asked hopping she would get a positive answer. Sana’s father did a lot of networking since he was a social worker that was why she decided to ask for her help.

, a calm voice asked behind her. Startled and back to reality, Anaïs turned to see a middle-aged woman standing behind with a smile. “Yes, it is,” Anaïs replied, smiling back. “Our fashion designing team put their heart and soul into making this masterpiece.” She said, “Ohh, don't mind my manners, I am Charlotte Olivia, the chief operation officer.” “Nice to meet you, Ms. Olivia; I am Anaïs Iluak.” “Come on, no need to introduce yourself. You are the hottest topic right now so definitely I know who you are.” Olivia replied with a cheeky grin.

"Wait, I know you. I've seen you before. You look so familiar." "Let's go Sabrina. This is Olivia my personal secretary so there's no way on earth that you could've seen or met her." He tried to reach you her but she wouldn't budge. "No I've seen her." She answered convincingly. Her face had gone from smiling to frowning in a matter of seconds. "Olivia Right? How can I forget the face of the woman who tried to steal my man from me?" She asked and I suddenly felt insulted. "It was all over the news and a lot of people sent me videos and pictures of the news as souvenirs."