Olivia Voz Novels & Stories

“Rex?” Then Olivia's eyes flew open, her lips curling into a small smile. “What did you feel?” I asked. She looked up at me. “I…” she let out a heavy breath. “I think I heard something.” I looked fixedly at her, hoping she'd tell me it was her wolf this time and not her imagination playing games on her. “What did you hear?” If anything, the smile on her face broadened. Like whatever she heard, whatever she was about to say, was a game changer. “I heard her voice,” she said, tears already clouding her eyes. “And she just spoke to me.”

Moments later, Olívia’s voice cut through the silence of the mansion. “Liam! Give me my phone back right now!” she shouted, appearing in the hallway wearing a white robe tied at the waist, her hair still wet, her breathing fast. She rushed down a few steps, furious, her bare feet striking the marble. “You have no right to take what’s mine!” she continued, her voice thick with indignation. “Your jealousy has crossed every line!” Olga jumped to her feet in alarm. “Olívia, my dear, please calm down,” she pleaded, trying to reach her. “You can’t get this upset—it’s not good for the baby!”

Gavin's answer made my entire body freeze. Next week. "Olivia is wrapping up her exclusive collaboration with Chanel before returning to oversee the expansion of her luxury fashion house between Paris and the Philippines." Gavin continued speaking. "She called me last night. She'll be here for my birthday." So they really were talking again. His ex. A bitter laugh nearly escaped my lips. Olivia Valencia. The visionary behind one of the world's fastest-rising luxury fashion houses. The woman whose face had appeared on the covers of Vogue, Harper's Bazaar, and countless magazines I could only admire from a distance.

"She’s emotionally invested. All it takes is one seed of doubt.” The voice wasn’t mine. Or Caleb’s. It was Olivia. "she’ll unravel him from the inside. He won’t see it coming.” I stood up so fast the chair behind me tipped over. My hands clenched. “How long have you had this?” “An hour. I wanted to be sure it wasn’t edited. It’s real.” Olivia. My right hand. My cold, calculated shield. She was the one pulling Mia into the fire? “What the hell is she doing?”

Olivia The landscape of my vision was surreal, like the heart of a dream. Everything was tinged in an ethereal glow, and the boundaries of reality seemed to blur. Standing before me was a majestic figure—my wolf. With piercing eyes and an aura of power, she exuded an air of both familiarity and mystery. “You must lift the spell, Olivia,” she rumbled, her voice echoing through the space. Her gaze held mine with an intensity that was almost palpable. “Only then will you realize your destiny.”

I wouldn’t! “You let my father go, and I won’t hurt these little pup!” Olivia yelled. Her voice sounded like it was from the underground, and it gave chills that went deep into my bones. “The soluble keys don’t work! Your blood doesn’t work! Maybe I can just kill both of them!”

"Me... Me? I didn't bump into you, you bumped into me!" Olivia anger rose even more. First it was Rachel, stealing her man, and then Lana... The same Lana who she literally brought up in the acting world, was now talking back at her? This was the most craziest week she had ever had. " Did you just talk back at me?" Olivia asked in disbelief. That was when Lana realized who she was talking to. Olivia Sangria... The number one actress in the whole country. She could easily destroy her acting career with just one complain.

She however was unable to get access to his line and after trying a few more times, Olivia came to the conclusion that she had been blocked. ‘Damn you, you bastard!’ Olivia yelled in anger. She wanted to throw away her phone but she remembered that she didn’t have any money to buy a new one and so she calmly retracted her hand. Her phone suddenly rang and thinking it was Damon, she answered the call without checking the caller ID. “Am I speaking to Mrs Valencia?” she heard a woman’s voice. She then removed her phone from her ear and looked at the caller ID where she saw that it was an unknown number. “Yes, I am,” she answered.

She smiles through tears, tearing an heartwrecking sob from me at how soft her voice is, how it washes over me, how despite everything I have done she still smiles at me, they all do. "Look at me, Viola." She says, and I do. "Do this." She instructs, and I do as she say, fisting my hand and placing it on my chest. "Hold on." She says, and I nod through tears. "Hold on a little longer for us, please." She pleas, and I nod, softly hitting my heart with my fist. "You've always taken care of us, Viola, it is time we do the same." Xav says and I nod.

Suddenly, a disharmonious female voice broke the dreamy atmosphere in the air. “Mr. York! You really shouldn’t be asking her for a dance!” Olivia strutted over on her limited edition heels as she glanced at Melanie in disdain. “Who are you?” Leo was displeased. “Who are you to dictate who I dance with?” “It doesn’t matter who I am. You’ll understand why once I explain my reasons to you,” Olivia said with a wave of her hand. Someone behind her stepped forward, and handed her a small remote control. Olivia posed flamboyantly as she pressed a button on the remote control. A news report flashed onto the big screen, drawing everyone’s attention to the photos featured on it.