Olivia Stuck Novels & Stories

Liam: [not back tonight.] Liam: [lock the door.] "…" Olive was stupefied for a moment and replied all right. After sending successfully, Olive went to the porch and locked the door. She was a little tired and her hair was still wet, so she suddenly didn't bother to blow dry. She sat on the sofa and scanned the news for a while, then turned on the TV bored, looking for something to watch. As soon as it was opened, there was the Metropolitan Channel, and the morning news of "Convey" was being replayed at this time.

Thankfully, their friendship was too strong to scatter just like that. Olivia began to feel comfortable, turns out what she needed was a hug. Louisiana began to pat her back. “Everything will be fine Olive, they are filthy scumbags.” Olivia hummed, and at last, they both disengaged from the hug. “You shouldn’t mop around, dress up let’s go have some fun.” Olivia shook her head “You have to be kidding me, I’m going nowhere.” Louisiana grunted, “really.” Olivia nodded, she tried to sit on the couch but Louisiana held her back.

The person he trusted all along turned out to be the one most likely to betray him. Elsewhere, Olivia, who has not stopped vomiting since last night, is now getting weaker, the back of her head hurts a lot, and so does her stomach, and her hands, and feet are no longer tied, she is also moved to a small cabin room, with a bathroom inside. But Olivia just lay on the floor and cried to herself.

the stranger shouted. Olivia struggled to find rocks, her nails scraping against the rough surface. Her heart stopped as her hand slipped again, and she began to fall. To be continued...

Olivia said through her tears. Ivy looked at Olivia with a sad look. However, she understood Olivia's pain and devastation. "I will, ma'am," Ivy said again. "Thank you." Olivia smiled, her gaze filled with tears and a desire to cry. *** Olivia again felt a terrible pain in her head, like there were thousands of needles piercing her. Unconsciously, her hand repeatedly hit her head, trying to drive away the unbearable pain. Strange whispers continued to buzz in her ears and head, making her even more frantic.

Olivia dropped to her knees. “Athena and I were fighting in the room. She tried to escape from there, and when I grabbed her hair. She pushed me and clutched a shard in her arm. I ran to get her back. I slipped and fell on her,” Olivia let half of the truth out, knowing very well this was the last time she would see her son.

She opened her eyes, blinking twice, unable to move her feet. **** Olivia continued rubbing her clammy palms together as she walked down the hallway. Heavens knows her body was just moving while her mind was in turmoil, filled with thoughts. "Stop thinking about him, Livia. He loves Elena," she whispered, slapping her cheeks. "Boo!" Someone jumped in front of her, and she flinched, jumping backwards. "Oh God, Owen!" She snapped, scowling. "Hey, Livia. Have you been avoiding me?" He threw his arms around her shoulders.

Olivia put forth, her tone leaving no room for excuses. “What?” Aurelia’s jaw hit the floor, “Isn’t that too harsh?” Olivia smiled, throwing an arm over her friend’s shoulders. “Nope.” She giggled, “Because I know you’re seeing someone.” Aurelia's eyes widened, her cheeks turning red without her permission. It was a dead giveaway and Oliva was quick to notice. “Aha!” she snapped her fingers in triumph. “So I was right!” Aurelia tried to shuffle away from Olivia, but the brunette's hold on her was shockingly strong, preventing her from escaping. “Tell me now, who is it?” Olivia persisted but Aurelia was tongue-tied.

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.

> “You need to see this. It was hidden in the files Caleb sent.” Attached was a video file. Aria sat on the edge of the bed, pressed play. And Olivia’s face filled the screen. She was sitting at her grand piano, hair tied back, no makeup. Just her — raw, real. > “If you’re watching this, I’m gone,” Olivia said softly. “And if you’re watching… you’re the one I was hoping for. The one who’d finish what I couldn’t.” Aria’s throat thickened. > “I wasn’t weak,” Olivia continued. “I was trapped. But I always believed there’d be someone who saw through the curtain.”