Random Reading Olivia Fordham Novels & Stories

How sinful it is when you start falling for your best friends older brother whom they might not like so much! There is only two things Ophelia Wants in life - One is to finish her graduation successfully so that she can finally be settled and two find Leonard. Ophelia Hamilton is your every day girl going to college and striving to achieve her dreams with a slight twist she has a past but doesn't everyone? Finally making it to Her dream college with her business major and 90% scholarship she has all her plans laid out straight.

Florence repeated, her voice containing a nervous edge. Olivia sighed, thinking about it. She had left immediately after, getting Daniel to drop her off as she was too tough to ask Caden to take her along. “No!” she blurted out when it struck her. “Do not tell me you slept with some random guy at the party.” Florence shrugged, doing her best to avoid eye-contact. “There were no random guys at the party. Just everyone I knew. Just that I got too drunk…” “And?” Olivia prompted, hoping to get more out of her.

She continued. “Thanks, I guess…” Conrad said unsurely. “Can you guys excuse me,” Olivia said. “I’m just going to use the ladies' room.” “Okay, we’ll be here waiting,” Alfred said. Olivia stood up from her seat and went to the ladies' room. Once she got inside, she locked the door behind her, took out her phone, and video called her best friend, Caroline Young. She hopes for her to answer since she doesn’t know what to do after falling in love with Conrad. Luckily, Caroline picked up her phone and she was relieved.

“I need a horse for my…for Stella.” Aaron frowned slightly, seeming to give the apple more attention than normal. Then he held it back, running his hand down the muzzle of the brown horse and holding out her lead rope to me. “Tiffany. That's what she's called.” — The adrenaline from the sprint hummed beneath my skin, beads of sweat gathered at the back of my neck. I ran my hand against Olarya’s dark fine fur, stopping to scratch the back of her ears softly. Her sides expanded and contracted with heavy, rhythmic breaths, the faint smell of sweat rising from her coat.

With expansion and its own sales channels, the site is not a leader in literature. Meeting Liam was a stroke of luck for Olivia. Back then, her mother was undergoing cancer surgery. Olivia, a lowly newspaper editor, found Liam writing in the hospital. She was overseeing a fantasy novel section, and Liam happened to be writing that genre, making her his first reader and close ally.

And then, a few days later, Olivia barged into our room holding her phone like it had personally offended her. “Jenny. You need to see this,” she said, her tone more serious than I’d ever heard. I hesitated, setting down my laptop. “What is it?” She handed me her phone. The screen was open to social media colleges group. And there they were. Pictures of Rexford. With Rachel. Rachel clinging to his arm, smiling like she’d won the jackpot. Pictures of them at Oxford—on the lawn, at some formal event, even one where she was leaning her head on his shoulder. The caption read:

The great advantage as a wolf was that wounds could heal up themselves. “Ooh totally forget about that I guess I'm quite the unlucky one” he said bitterly. I had no idea what he meant and I wasn't ready to ask either. Derick seemed a little relaxed, “What's your name?” he asked suddenly. "And where are you from? What pack?" My heart pounded in my chest. I had to think fast. “My name is Olivia,” I replied smoothly, forcing myself to meet his look. “I'm from the Silver Moon Pack.” I lied, I didn't have a pack after all so I had to think of something

“Liam, you get more handsome every day.” “What a man, my God! This woman is so lucky.” “If you ever get tired, call me in the DMs.” “If I had a man like that, I’d never complain about life again.” “Someone introduce me to this perfect husband, please?” Olívia felt her stomach churn. She took a deep breath, her jaw tightening. — Then let’s step onto the stage. — she murmured. — You want a show, Liam? Let’s give them one. She opened the comment field and typed:

I picked it up immediately, opened it and read through. Good morning babe. Hope you had a wonderful night. Sorry I wasn't around when you woke, had some issues to take care of........... Please meet me at the Lake. Olly. Oliver asked Sofiah to give me this? Oh my! it's over an hour ago. I'm sure he isn't at the lake anymore. I became so sad. I stood up and walked towards the lake with hopes of catching him there, but my thoughts were proved right when I got there. He wasn't there any longer.

I felt myself light up with hopeful elation. “Who is it, Olivia?” Arthur questioned. She let out a long breath. “Alright, don’t be mad...I don’t exactly have her name—but, I do know what she looks like.” “So you would be able to pick her out of a crowd is what you’re saying?” Liam noted. Olivia chipperly nodded her head. “How did you come to this striking revelation?” “I was coming out of my friend's dorm last night and accidentally overheard a loud argument about a certain media page. I knew it had to be the one that’s been posting about you. So, I tried to listen in.”