Olivia Stuck Novels & Stories

After a moment of stunned silence, he finally managed to utter, "Olivia, are... Are you serious?" Olivia's eyes widened as she realized she had inadvertently revealed her plan to John. She looked at him fearfully, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I'm sorry, Dada," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I didn't mean to say all that out loud. But it's true... I've been playing the role of Ethan's mistress. Mia and he want to get separated. They married only for their parents' sake." She paused, waiting anxiously for John's reaction, her stomach tied in knots with anxiety.

Instead, she stared at the words, her jaw clenched. 'What do you want?' she typed back, her fingers shaking. A new storm was brewing. And this time, she didn’t even know who she was up against. **** Olivia stepped into her room and quietly shut the door behind her. She needed out—out of this suffocating house, out of this mess she’d landed in. A breath of fresh air might have cleared her head, if she were free to take it. But she wasn’t. Someone was watching her. Someone who had already gone as far as kidnapping her. And leaving now could mean walking straight into another trap.

On the other side of the cemetery, Olivia's mood was the complete opposite. She was practically fleeing as she stumbled on her way out, not daring to look back in the slightest. Levian did not hold back at all, as Olivia's entire face was swollen and red, with several bruises scattered around. Her delicate eyeshadow was smudged from the rain, her perfectly braided hair now a total mess as well, and even her diamond-encrusted hair stick had snapped in half.

I was fidgeting as I swallowed the huge lump in my throat. It had never been so real. Now I realize the fact that I'm stuck with this man for the rest of my life. I'm Stuck with Oliver. ***************************************Yes

The one he should try to rescue was Holly. During the struggle with her twin, Holly had smashed one of the mirrors. Olivia got hold of a broken piece of glass and moved towards her doppelgänger. When she was about to stab her twin the struggle was real. Just about the same as one would face when trying to stab themselves. Olivia knew she had to, yet she couldn’t.

Olivia let herself in, in tears, and hung herself around Alethia's shoulders immediately, sobbing. "Is everything okay?" Alethia asked. "You were right, he's such a jerk!" "Oliv, what happened?" Olivia drew her nose up and disengaged from the hug. " I caught him hooking up with his bitch in the ladies room." "What?" "We were supposed to be having fun." "He was having fun, just not with you." Olivia inhaled and exhaled. She drew her nose up again and wiped her tears. "You can tell me your biggest 'I told you so' now."

Ana teased and I nudged her with my elbow. "Don't talk like I'm being silly," I answered with a light laugh and she smiled at me. "Silly? Oh, no, this is anything but silly." She removed her phone from the pocket of her jeans before giving it a shake. "I even took a video. You guys are so cute." "Enough with the tears," Olivia announced as she came closer. "I know that we are all happy but let's give Oliver some space. Lora, come here." "No," she argued. "I want to be with Daddy."

"we have to get that Dagger if I can just get my fingers on it I can work it out and cut our oops ropes that are holding us!" "can you actually do that?"Olivia ask without inner voice as she was shaking terribly now. " of course I can if I couldn't why would I say so?" she snapped at her cousin "But first you have to help me try shift in a bit so that I can get closer to it," "Alright I'll do my best," and with that Olivia pulled up her legs and did her best to not herself towards the direction that this was also going to but they were shaking too much already and she could barely even move at one point she stopped.

Ash: You don't have 'just a few bruises' Olivia: It was nothing major Ash: You were beaten up by three people Olivia: First of all - I beat them up Olivia: Second of all - I'm not in that bad of a shape Ash: Yeah? Olivia: Yes Ash: What about your lips and ribs, then? Olivia: Just cuts and a bump Ash: Really? Ash: send me a pic of your wounds Olivia: No Ash: Olivia Olivia: I'm not sending you a pic of my ribs. What the f*ck

Odis A teary-eyed Olivia turns into a swinging door. I hold a bag of hot foot and a heavily pregnant Olivia sits on the couch as she stares blankly out of the window. She’d been craving lobster but didn’t bounce up and down like she normally does. She’s spiraling and I can see it. “I don’t want it, O. I don’t want it.” “You don’t have to eat the lobster if you don’t want to. I’m sorry I wasn’t faster, I ran as fast as I could.”