Sober Olivia Rodrigo Novels & Stories

The man who swore he’d wait for me. And Olivia. My sister. I reached for the remote and clicked off the TV. The room fell into suffocating silence. My fists curled tightly in my lap. Four years ago, I’d been nineteen. Naive. In love. And willing to sacrifice everything. “Selena,” Mateo had said in that cold, soulless interrogation room, his hands cupping mine like a lover’s, his voice trembling as if he actually cared. “You know Olivia can’t survive this. She’s just getting her big break. If the public finds out she was driving drunk, her career’s over. The media will crucify her. No director will cast her again.”

Soft jazz drifted through hidden speakers while the floor moved upward almost silently beneath their feet. Ruby finally looked at Olivia fully. “How do you know all this stuff?” Olivia hesitated for a moment before smiling to herself. “Because I’m involved with someone here.” Ruby blinked. “Like… dating someone?” “More than dating.” Olivia leaned casually against the wall. “Submitting.” Ruby stared at her. “You’re serious?” “Very.” The confession didn’t shock Ruby nearly as much as how calm and comfortable Olivia looked saying it. Olivia continued softly, “I’m seeing one of the Leather Brothers.”

ALPHA DEVON POV I watched Olivia in amusement as she drank the orange juice. "You would drink it, why did you still have to exaggerate about it?". I asked still staring at her, Damian walked into the room. "Alpha we need to talk". Damian said to me . "Olivia". I said to Olivia who nods and stands up, leaving the both of us alone. "What is wrong?" I asked Damian who took a seat beside me. " Alpha Rodrigo doesn't want to back out," Damian said to me, I knew he wont back out.

– I let out “Oh Raphael, you should know that I am a little, how can I say this, unstable?” “Drop the act, what do you know about her?” “First my company and my money and then I will tell you what I know” “You can fuck off” “So you can say your goodbye” I look up and I see on his phone a security camera footage, he is streaming live and I can see Olivia sitting on a bed while hugging her legs, she lost some weight and she looks sad.

"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.

“Now let’s hit the dance floor, because tonight I’m dropping it low and drinking with zero restraint. Tonight I’m going all in.” “With one exception—the Mother of the Year,” Davi added, lifting a finger. “For Olivia, alcohol-free drinks only. Because if we put tequila in her system, that baby’s going to throw a rave in the womb and come out asking for a spot on the VIP list.” “My baby already throws his own party in my belly,” Olivia said, laughing. “I’m sticking to water.”

"But I don't know how to stop feeling this way." Olivia knew what it was like to have something terrible happen and discover that surviving the event didn't mean your mind simply moved past it. After someone tried to kill her, nightmares followed her for months. Ethan eventually connected her with Isaac, one of New York's best therapists—and one of his close friends. "I'm more than certain Isaac can help you," Olivia said. "I'll text him tonight." She squeezed my hand. "And I'll personally take you to see him." I nodded.

“About what we spoke about before, I will accept your deal if you can find, and bring back, a certain person for me.” His eyes shone ruthlessly as he spoke. Since the Organization had decided to tear their face with him, they couldn't blame him for not being merciful. At the same time, in another car, Olivia finally began regaining her senses. Mister Bad was seated next to her. He saw her eyes returning to their previous state, and he knew that she was sobering up. Her face turned pale, and he could almost hear her thumping heart. Olivia dared not even look at him. She knew she had blown her cover, How could she explain to them her knowledge about their Crazy worship when everything done the

"I thought you said goodnight and went to bed." "Well," Olivia had the grace to look slightly sheepish, "I decided to go on my own since you weren't feeling up to it. And it worked! It must be your luck rubbing off on me." "Did you get his contact information this time?" I asked, arranging strips of venison on the plates. Her smile dimmed slightly. "No, not yet. He was... not in a state for conversation." "What do you mean?" "He seemed depressed," she explained, helping herself to coffee. "Drinking moonlight wine heavily. Eventually he just... passed out at the bar."

Sentenced him to this life of constant anger, sorrow and pain. The back of my throat burned as I struggled to keep my hand from holding my chest. My eyes connected with that of Father's. He leaned on the wooden desk at the center of his study and crossed his arms against his chest. The position somehow mimicking mine minutes ago. Well, if you'd exclude the leaning-against-the-desk part. “Tell me something Oliver,” Father began, picking up the glass of whiskey he'd dropped on the table and taking a sip. “How did you take the news on your…betrothal?”