Olivia Stuck Novels & Stories

She couldn't feel anything down there and it started her greatly "Ms you can walk...please let us help you" the doctors kept yelling and attempting to help, unfortunately, Olivia shoved them all away as she crawled with all her might, unfortunately, she stopped upon seeing something. She thought it was all a dream but when she reached for the silver shiny plate which had fallen closer to her

Just like me… and, sadly, for the same reason. As I entered the front door, heading for the stairs, I glanced over and saw Olívia asleep on the couch. Her phone was on the floor, tossed aside. Next to her was an empty glass bowl with a spoon, probably from something she’d eaten. She wore a white robe, and no one was going down on her under it. I touched the bowl and licked my finger, tasting something sweet but not identifying it. Of course she was up to some mischief—otherwise, she wouldn’t be my Stick-Figure.

Viper said "The doctor," John said and looked at the doctor that rushed Oliva into surgery "So Olivia had some internal bleeding that we stop. She has multiple broken ribs and she also has a concussion. She's still out but you guys can go see her," the doctor said "Thanks, doc," John said and we started walking to the door "Where are you going?" Her father asked "To go kill a fucking bastard," Viper said "Can we go?" Oliver asked again "Just don't kill him I'm sure the rest of the family wants to join too. Take him to the warehouse," Robert said

However, when they got to the middle, there was still no sign of Lyla, and Olivia’s leg already hurt. Thud, thud! They heard the voice again, so Olivia ignored the pain in her leg and continued to climb up. ‘Lyla!’ There was only one thought in her heart, and that was to find Lyla. Finally, she spotted little Lyla curled up in the dark cement pipe with her hands and feet bound and her mouth gagged. Olivia's tears could not be held back anymore, and they flowed out all at once. “Lyla! I found Lyla!”

she sighed in a low voice. “Hmm...” We replied. Suddenly, Olivia jumped up with an idea tingling in her mind. “Guys,” she screamed. “What?” we replied in an exhausted voice. “Give me your phone.” She snatched my phone and dialed a number. “Hello... Is this Mario? Hey, sweetheart...” She walked outside while talking on the phone. Ivy and I looked at each other with a confused look. Between the three of us, Olivia is the problem-solving girl. She never gave up. We were sitting quietly, accepting our situation, but Olivia gave her last shot to get the dresses.

Stabbed? I ran both hands through my hair, trying to hold it together, but my hands were shaking. “How the hell—how did this happen?” That’s when I saw Olivia. She was standing off to the side, hugging herself like her own skin had betrayed her. Her face was ghost-white, her lips trembling. She looked like she’d seen a demon—and maybe she had. I walked up to her, carefully, cautiously. “Olivia? Talk to me. What the hell happened?”

Olivia exclaimed, holding the phone better to inform him about her predicament. “Olivia?” To say he was shocked was an understatement. He had never imagined Olivia ever calling him, not to talk of having his number. He remembered writing it on a sheet of paper for her, he had thought she threw it away. As it stands, there was so much he didn't know. “Are you ok?” He asked, worried at the urgency with which she had called his name. “No I'm not Liam, I think someone is following me. And now I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with no way to leave because my car decided it loved me enough to break down” Olivia complained bitterly. What an irony!

Olivia bolted through the maze, the clock ticking down, one hour left. It felt like she was going in circles. She paused, letting out a laugh that was equal parts frustration and disbelief. On the screen, Samantha, Marcus, Jasmine, Damon, Chloe, and Hunter watched intently. Olivia pushed herself up, catching a whiff of something. She moved along the wall, only for a bony hand to snatch at her. She threw a punch, breaking free but not without a scratch. Exhausted, she stumbled forward, opening a door to find Jayson, his gaze hazy. She reached out, her fingers brushing his arm.

Olivia huffed and covered herself up with the blanket, up to her head. This is so frustrating!!

The cold had reddened her straight nose and high cheekbones. “I’m back! You two rabbits better not be doing the nasty in my bed. You’ve already knocked her up, Chuck, no need to keep trying. And you better not be trying to find and hide my stash of vibrators again!” Olivia called out, but when her eyes spotted us, she choked, and her face became a lovely deeper shade of crimson. “Is what I would say if the said stash existed.” Lena laughed wholeheartedly and slapped her thigh. “In the words of Mr. McHottie over there, nice save!”