Olivia Voz Novels & Stories

“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.”

“Livia, say, say that you are my woman.” Olivia’s head was hit until she saw stars. Zolan Wales spoke in a heavy voice, implying evil intentions, and it was like he was a totally different person. He actually used his own hands to hit her. Olivia continued to laugh coldly. She clenched her teeth and said, “Zolan Wales, I am Darls Collymore’s woman. I am his! Even if you got my body, you won’t ever get my heart. I will only love Darls Collymore more, and hate you even more.”

Olivia said loudly, making Ignazio's body stiffen instantly. "Olivia, mind your words," Ignazio warned, but Olivia laughed even harder. "You're the one who should mind yourself, Ignazio!" Olivia taunted fearlessly. Ignazio knew that Olivia dared to speak so boldly in front of him because she was drunk; otherwise, she would likely choose to remain silent. "You're truly a heartless man. You're evil! You're cruel!" Olivia shouted right near Ignazio's ear. "Olivia..." Olivia stopped screaming. She lowered her head, covering her face with both hands, and Ignazio heard her sobbing softly.

“I’ll be back. Until then, be an awesome Luna and lead your pack. You’ll do great.” I sniffled and wiped my tears. “You really are awesome.” I replied. Olivia whipped her short hair over her shoulder dramatically. “I know, I’m such a fucking Dalai Lama.” She joked. “Same wisdom, just more swear words.” I giggled while Olivia nodded to Alessandro. “You take care of her.” She said. Alessandro nodded. “I will.” Something glittered in Olivia’s eyes. “Oh I know you will.” She said. “If you don’t, I’ll shave your eyebrows off and tell everyone that wants to listen that you have a wiener the size of a peeled crayfish, is that clear?”

Olivia said surprising us and Paris rolled her eyes. I groaned, "Your asses better not make me cry I swear.." Olivia hugged me and I did too, I held on a bit longer and she laughed, "hey guys I'm the.. uhh.. okay I'm Olivia..and Amora I recently became very close, which I'm not complaining about because she's amazing.. I just want to say I've never met a more giving person than you, You're always smiles through anything and you love wholeheartedly. I am happy for you genuinely and I love you kid. Now, lets have more fun and Luna should stop drinking 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.”

Olivia's voice sliced through the static like a lifeline. "Where are you? You said you'd be here by now," her angelic voice said in an accusatory tone. "I know, Olive. I'm trying, I swear. Some business trips are more complex than others, that's all," I said, swallowing her resentment and bitterness to beam anyway, because that little human was still holding out for my return.

Chapter 7 - Day Five & Six "OOOOH, FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR FUCKING WHORE!!" Olivia screamed. "What are you, bitch?!" Leon roared. "I'M A WHORE FOR YOUR NIGGER COCK! I'M YOUR WHORE! YOU OWN MY CUNT!!! OOOH FUUUUCCKK, PLEEEASEEE!!" Olivia shouted as her fifth orgasm in the hour battered through her body. She was drenched in sweat, she was aching, and her arse was red raw from being slapped, but she fucking loved it!!