Olivia Voz Novels & Stories

Dante's voice echoed, demanding an honest answer from Olivia. ‘What am I going to do? Is this going to be the end…?’

Olivias pov I moved forward towards the voice. The tunnels bent and swirled around me, a labyrinth that seemed to stretch into infinity. I called out again, gentler this time, "Hello? Is anyone there?" My voice felt tiny in the vast darkness, threading through the heavy silence. Suddenly, I caught a whisper—a voice faint yet persistent—a single word that seemed woven from the air. "Olivia..." I hesitated, feeling a tremor of both hope and fear. That voice, so distant yet unmistakably real, beckoned me with a familiarity I couldn’t ignore. My grip on the wall tightened, anchoring me as I ventured further in, letting the whisper guide me.

Her voice broke through the morning stillness, tentative yet probing. "Did you know Glow Girl changed its brand ambassador?" She asked, her tone laced with barely concealed urgency. Xavier didn’t look up from his breakfast. "When did that happen?" His query was casual as if discussing the weather. "I got an email yesterday," Olivia replied, the edges of her words tinged with bitterness. He took another bite, the red juice of the strawberry staining his lips—a mocking echo of the makeup that painted hers. "Well, I'm not surprised they did," he said, the indifference in his voice sharper than the knife he wielded.

Third Party POV Olivia sighed and placed the phone against her ear. "Hi, Mom," she said, trying to sound upbeat, and her mother's voice on the other end was tinged with excitement, asking how things were going. Olivia replied, "It is going well," but even she could hear the flatness in her voice. There was a brief silence on the other end before her mother spoke again, this time in a softer tone. “Are you sure? You don’t sound like yourself.”

Mouths dropped, and phones were capturing pictures and videos; all I could see were flashes and dropped jaws. “Holy shit… what the hell are you?” Olivia asked as she stepped back, her eyes wide as she stared at me. Without waiting for a reply, she quickly turned to the shocked crowd. “And this is another reason why Judy shouldn’t be our Luna… because look at her! She’s a freak. We deserve someone more deserving like Lila Blackwell!!!!” Wait… what??

Olivia said, her voice cracking a bit. "Are you okay? He asked after noticing the tears in her eyes. "Yeah, I just have something stuck in my eyes, that's it.." Olivia lied, and pretended to be getting something from her eyes. "I never knew you could sing!" Olivia said after making sure the tears in her eyes were gone. "You've always known.. You simply can't remember!" He said. Olivia nodded.

I said and they all looked a bit shocked "Lei è brava. Non rovinare tutto questa volta. Farà una bella Rodriguez," Javier said (Translation-"She's a good one. Don't fuck it up this time. She'll make a fine Rodriguez,) Alex just smiled and wrapped his arm around me. "So Olivia how many languages do you know?" Hunter asked "Russia, German, Italian, Portuguese, Spanish, Arabic, Bulgarian, Polish, Danish, English, and Afrikaans," I said "Damn that's a lot," Max said

She had seemed so sweet earlier but now she seemed like a bitch. “Trying to be nice?” I found myself asking. She shrugged, “Yes. I'm not normally nice to girls who try to steal my man!” I scoffed, my eyes widening with surprise, “Your man?” Olivia rolled her eyes at me, walking around the room and picking up a perfume. “Oh come on, don't act dumb. You should have known by now that Javier belongs to me,” she grinned, spraying Javier’s perfume on her body. She inhaled deeply and a smile broke on her face, “I smell just like him.”

I copied the contact number attached to the profile and called the line; it rang once his nerdy voice came next. “You are on the phone with Robin Code programming service; how may I be of help, please?” "Hi, Rob," I called. “Hello there, who am I on the line with, please?” The voice came again mechanically. “It's Olive.” I introduced myself informally. “Olive? Olive, who, please?" “Olivia Mack." His talking tone immediately switched. "Oh, my God, Olive. I’m so done. A celeb on the phone with me, come on, I got to add this to my CV."

“I have you and the medicine to thank. Normally, it would take a week to heal my voice.” “My dear queen, the only time I want you to lose that sweet voice of yours is when you are at your peak with me buried inside you,” Gabriel growled. Olivia pushed her hair from her face and quickly took a bite out of the fruit that was on her plate. Her face blossomed into a sea of red that stretch to her collarbone. “So…has there been any news of the clan brokering a deal with the nation?” Olivia said, quickly changing the subject.