Sober Olivia Rodrigo Novels & Stories

Ariel asked and she nodded. "Singapore way tommorow " Olivia replied excitedly. "I just hope they like me " she replied. "Ofcourse , Ive told them about you already and they can't wait to meet you " Miguel said. "Are you sure ?!" Olivia asked. "Ofcourse , " he replied. "Why are you being worried , " Ariel asked "What's there not to love about you " Ariel said and Xavier cleared his throat and they all turned to looked at him "Dude !" "Babe !!"

"Is this another change in preference? You’re no longer a liquor girl?” Sophie snickered. “I will die before that happens.” Oliver laughed. “Then why? You didn’t drink a drop tonight.” Sophie fell silent. “Guess.” “Oh, fun,” Oliver nodded, then made a thinking gesture. “A new, trendy diet?” "No." "Doctor said your stomach lining needs a break?" "Oliver." "You lost a bet." He said it with complete confidence. "Someone said you couldn't go a whole gala without making a pointed comment and you proved them wrong and now you owe them sobriety for a month."

Maybe she’s still sad about Sylvester. “You are starting to sound like your aunt. Abi is hurt and almost died. What do you think will happen to her in the servant’s quarters?” Omario sounds irritated. Maybe the two are not as perfect as we all thought. “I don’t want to fight with you, Rio. You know where to find me,” Olivia says and I hear footsteps before the door opens and closes. Omario does not respond, nor does he try to stop her. I hear his footsteps coming closer to the bed instead.

It's a large bed, and Roger is unconscious next to me, barely even breathing. "You have to touch him for this to work and stay the night," Olivia explains. She grabs Roger's right wrist and pulls the arm away from his body while keeping her eyes on mine. "Place your hands on his arm." Reluctantly, I do what she asks of me. My hands are trembling as I place them upon roger's olive skin. I narrow my eyes. "Roger is missing huge chunks of skin and—" I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "Meat on his bones... Do you honestly think he can heal from such an injury?"

Can she betray a man as good as Sian? Sorrowfully Olivia put her head on her knees and wept silently. Sooner or later she needed to tell Sian everything. Even to the rest of her family. Eden, Aciel, Laila, Nathan, Kriss, Jessica. They were all people who would later have bad thoughts about her. Her innocence is deceiving! She knows that. Even she herself could not understand why at that time she could be seduced by the seduction that a man named Scout made to her. Oh... maybe the alcohol is to blame for the fact that she really can't drink alcohol. She was weak on that drink. And before this she had never drank it. She always refused every time Sian offered her alcohol. She prefers to drink

What hope did I have if any, that the prince would look my way if women like her were always around him? “Mind your business Rodrigo, a slave should have no business poke-nosing in elite matters, that's how slaves get their noses sliced right off,” Olivia spat acidly, baring her teeth as her eyes flicked from the woman I could feel standing behind me to my face, the hate in her pea-black eyes surprising me enough that I backed away as she stormed past, knocking her shoulder painfully into my collarbone. “What the hell was that?” Lori whispered fiercely as she strutted over to me with Anya’s hand laced through hers, her caramel brown eyes widened with what I was beginning to think looked more

"You keep avoiding me." "I don't want to deal with a man who already has a partner," Olivia replied calmly, taking a sip of her beer enough to make Zayden smile. Even though it is clear that Zayden's partner is Olivia, there is no other woman. Taking a sip of alcohol, Ivy tried to warn Olivia not to get drunk, but Olivia wouldn't listen. "Sis, don't drink too much alcohol," Ivy said. "Take it easy, Ivy. We're celebrating the new year," Olivia said as she sipped her alcohol.

Blackwood’s POV The video was impossible to ignore. Her voice, Olivia’s sharp, slurred fury, echoed across the screen, accompanied by the grainy footage of strangers recording on their phones. She had cornered Jacqueline in the middle of a mall, spitting venom, dragging my name through the dirt. And worse, Jacqueline was standing there, frozen in the chaos, cameras capturing every flicker of shock on her face. I didn’t finish the clip. I slammed the phone onto the desk, fingers curling into fists. Olivia had promised she’d stay in rehab. She had sworn she wanted to get clean. But promises had always been a currency she spent freely and never repaid.

She greeted James Richardson and Xavier Brooks with a cool nod, her perfect composure never wavering. James approached her, curiosity lighting his eyes. "Swift, are you on the Shadowcrest team now?" Olivia shook her head calmly. "No. I study healing algorithms, so I came here today to sharpen my skills." I pretended to focus on my tablet, but my ears caught every word. James listened attentively, clearly impressed by Olivia's presence. I could almost see him mentally reviewing her remarkable résumé—elite doctorate by twenty-five, the territory's top female racer known as "Swift," fearless in competition and extreme sports alike.

It's all I can do just to keep myself together. I don't touch the wine, either. The last thing I need is to get drunk and, god forbid, text him. I need to heal a little bit before I let myself relax, because right now, I'm on the precipice of making a mistake. I sniff, shaking my head. "That was our agreement," I explain thickly. "We agreed it wouldn't interfere with my work, and..." "And it didn't," Olivia interrupts, scandalized. "Are you kidding me? We both know it didn't. He's overreacting to a regular situation and being a complete dick."