Olivia Stuck Novels & Stories

she mutters. Olivia sidesteps me, her skin glowing like she was dipped in gold. “Fuck your master.” With a yell, she uses her magic and whips the knife out of Everest’s hand. Alex throws her hand to her throat, gasping for air. Everest springs back, his eyes widening. “You’ve grown stronger.” “And you’ve grown even more stupid,” Olivia bites back. “Give us the girl and no one gets hurt.” “What? No one except your lover boy?” Everest chokes out. Olivia steps closer, and I realize she’s choking him with her mind.

Aurora and I spun around at the same time, in the direction of the voice, as we took off racing back to Olivia, with our hearts almost jumping from our chests. We stopped on seeing Olivia under a wide, large net, surrounded by five tall, menacing men. Olivia was struggling with all her might, but her screams and cries were muffled by the net. One of the men moved closer to her, a cruel smile curling his lips, and I watched with wide eyes as he poured a glistening liquid on her face.

Her eyes went wide as they traveled from Lupiter’s naked skin pressed against me to my hands on Lupiter’s arms. The hurt that crossed her face was worse than any punch I’d ever taken. I shoved Lupiter away so hard she stumbled, but the bitch was faster than I expected. She threw herself at me again, arms around my neck, body plastered to mine like a second skin. Olivia froze in the doorway, face going white. “Lupiter—” I started, voice thunder. “OH MY GOD, OLIVIA!” Lupiter suddenly shrieked, loud enough to rattle the windows. “How could you!”

But then, she did the unthinkable. Olivia turned the knife in her hands, and the sharp edges pointed to her. She grabbed my right hand, placing it on the knife handle, and in a swift move, stabbed right at her stomach. At that very moment, Enzo burst into the cell. His eyes were wide and frantic, as they settled on Olivia, who was now screaming out loud while clutching at her blood-stained dress. "Ophelia!" He yelled out, "What have you done this time?"

As though in slow motion, I watched helplessly, desperately wanting to reach out and save her but unable to move. "Olivia, nooo!" Serene's anguish cry made me stare into the void where Olivia is, her hair whipped around her face, caught by the wind of her fall. Her eyes, filled with tears now streaming freely down her cheeks, never left mine. Her smile remained, a haunting reminder of the times we had spent in the games.

"Raise your legs, Olivia. Hurry and come and massage me. My joints feel sore." But she wasn't moving. She was stuck at one point, staring at me as if I was a ghost. What has got her to trapped? "Olivia!" She shook her head slowly and resumed her walk towards me. Once she got to where I sat, she stopped again. "Get the oils from the drawer, don't be such a dummy!" I exclaimed. I guess that snapped her out of whatever it was that was controlling her because she began to do her duties properly. The massage was good but it felt different. It felt like there was something else attached to this massage than just a slave using good oils.

"What the fuck, man?" Ethan glared at him. "It wasn't me." "Oh, let me tell you," I volunteered. Everyone looked at me. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I actually wanted to tell a funny story. My mood had shifted the moment Olivia appeared on that rooftop with my godson. I wasn't stupid enough to believe the pain was gone. It wasn't. It was still there, buried beneath the laughter, waiting for some memory to bring it rushing back. Maybe tonight.

He goes on one knee. Olivia doesn't move in the spot she's standing. Her head is bent and her fingers are twisting and untwisting against each other. I can't figure out what she's thinking these days. Her wolf is maturing quicker making it harder for me to read her thoughts now. “What are you doing?” Cathylene is done with Harinth. “Uh–” Liam stutters. “You will do that later. Whatever the hell you're doing right now. Take this photograph first.” She grabs Olivia to the photo stand. Liam carries her on his thighs as he sits.

Osmond and her father were already moving toward the front window, pulling the curtain aside just an inch. Olivia walked over slowly, legs feeling like lead. She leaned in. And as soon as her eyes landed on what was outside, she stumbled back hard. “No,” she gasped. “It can’t be.” But it was.

He regretted what he had said and owed her an apology. He parked in the driveway, taking a deep breath and exhaling. He suddenly felt much older than he did a few days ago. Olivia wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen. “Where’s Olivia?” He asked the men in the kitchen. “She’s been outside since you left,” Glen answered. “Dean. I want you to watch this screencap of the website we got before it went down,” Ben said, standing up from his chair.