Olivia Voz Novels & Stories

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

The lion's den. Olivia got there, and stood outside Nero’s office for several minutes, her heart hammering. Her palms were sweating, and she wiped it severally on her dress. Her earlier bravado was deserting her, but she remembered Lulu’s state, and her resolve was strengthened once more—at least a bit. She put one foot forward, and frowned when she heard voices. She could hear muffled voices inside. Maybe he had a guest? Then she heard a woman’s laugh. Her stomach dropped. She knew that laugh. She knew that voice. She almost chickened out. But before she could lose anymore of her courage, she surged forward, and opened the door.

She hesitated, then pressed play. At first, she only heard breathing. Slow. Rhythmic. Female. Then, her own voice. “Ethan can’t stop me. The board won’t either. Once they’re gone, it’s all mine.” Olivia froze. Her own voice. Her tone. Her rhythm. But she had never said those words. “I’ll take him down, and they’ll all think it was Jessica.” The message ended. The silence afterward felt deafening. She stared at the phone, her hands trembling violently.

Beyond that was the creak of tree branches and the occasional call of an owl. On the other side of Claudia’s bed, Olivia just seemed to stare into space. She was a woman of exceptional beauty, but I knew she thought, quiet rightly, that her understanding of the Luna’s position was her greatest strength. I admitted I was proud she was my son’s wife, though I certainly had nothing to do with it.

“Aren’t I?” Her voice was Olivia’s—but twisted, colder, carrying an unnatural echo that sent a chill down Olivia’s spine. “No,” Olivia said firmly. “You look like me, but you’re not me.” The other Olivia chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred. “I am you. The part of you that you buried. The part you’re too afraid to face.” She stood gracefully, descending the throne’s steps with deliberate, confident strides. “Tell me, what did you think you’d find in Oliver’s mind? A simple lock to break? A key hidden in the shadows?” She tsked, shaking her head. “No, darling. You stepped into something much bigger than you could ever understand.”

Zolan Wales patted Olivia’s shoulder and prompted her asking, “Olivia, you don’t have any more time, tell me your choice.” Olivia shook her head and said softly, “I choose neither.” As she spoke, Olivia suddenly bolted agilely, and successfully escaped from Zolan Wales’s grip. She took out a sharp knife from the waist of a bodyguard on the way. She placed it on her neck and said, “Zolan Wales, I choose to give myself up.” “Big Sis” “Livia” “Olivia” “Madamé” Zolan Wales and Darls Collymore’s voices both rang out.

Considering that Olivia didn't have many acquaintances, and she was cautious about sharing her phone number with strangers. "Hello?" Olivia greeted as an opening remark. "Is this Olivia?" a man's voice echoed from a distance. Olivia furrowed her brow, feeling like she recognized the voice, but from where? "Yes, I'm Olivia. Sorry, who is this?" Olivia asked, puzzled. "It's me, Ignazio," the caller replied, causing Olivia to widen her eyes instantly. She glanced at Gianna, who was still engrossed in sorting through her coloring books. What was this? Why was he calling her now?

“Put your right foot out and hold your chin high, then slowly drop the jacket” “Is that really necessary?” “Pleaseeeee” Olivia had suddenly become a fifteen year old. Had she forgotten she was a mother of three kids? Valencia did as instructed and Olivia let out a whoop. “You could walk up to anyone and ask him to run a blade across his neck. He would gladly do it.”

answered Sian as it is. Olivia just nodded in understanding while biting her lower lip nervously. She felt as if she had heard the baritone voice before, but she herself was not too sure of her own hearing, because maybe her hearing was wrong. "Your voice sounds so familiar to my ears." "Is it true? Maybe we've met before. What's your name?" "I'm Olivia, Olivia Johnson." Olivia answered quietly. Sian nodded his head understandingly as he turned the steering wheel into a narrow alley that looked so dark. He then stopped his car at the edge of the alley, because he could not go any further.

The call was received after many rings and she heard a man’s voice from the other end. “Hey Bunny!” Olivia frowned and covering the speaker she whispered to Hana, “I don’t know…may be it is a wrong number!” Hana whispered back, “You won’t know if you don’t ask for Marcos!” Olivia nodded and removing her hand from the speaker she cleared her voice, “Ahem! Umm..I am sorry, I am Olivia and I wish to speak to Mr Marcos, please.”