Waking Olivia Novels & Stories

She soon fell asleep, while cuddling unto the pillow. Three hours passed and Olivia woke up with the sound of her phone ring tone. She grumbled and covered her ears with the pillow, cursing whoever it was that interrupted her beauty sleep. Her phone kept ringing and having no choice, she hissed and checked who it was. To her, she thinks she's still at the hotel. Seeing Natalia's name, she soon remembered all that happened. Joel getting into an accident, she coming back to the mansion and then falling asleep on Joel's bed.

We were supposed to leave tomorrow, me, Walter and Olivia. I wonder how he plans on getting out of this, people are going to wonder what happened to their beloved actress Olivia Reverra and since she was last seen with Walter won’t people put two and two together and figure out that he maybe kinda most probably murdered her in the hallway of the resort they were both at, at exactly 12:47am while they were arguing about his mystery one night stand girl who people might think has a chance in the matter even if she doesn’t, even if she was literally sold to me, even though she is sure that he would probably kill her if she tries to escape, even though she would give anything to return to how he

Olivia was up for a run before I had woken up. I quickly compose myself, sliding the phone into my desk drawer and heading toward the living room. Olivia's in the kitchen, pulling a water bottle from the refrigerator. Her cheeks flushed from exercise. Even in my oversized clothes with her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, she was breathtaking.

"Maisie, that move was brutal. Watching them turn on each other is much more exciting than any blockbuster film!" I smiled and took another sip of coffee. "This is just the start."

Getting hyped up on drama and showing the bloodlust ingrained deeply in our DNA. “You knew we were dating with a view to being mates…it was serious. How could you? How could you destroy what we had?” Lilah wails at my sister, eyes red, raw, and puffy like she’s been crying for hours. It stops me in my tracks, eyes wide with shock, and a tremor of ‘oh no’ runs through me. Flicking a glance from Eve and then to this girl, I sigh in disappointment at her. It shouldn’t shock me when something Eve does causes mayhem, yet somehow it always does.

You absolute ongoing project of a woman. She raised her glass. To tomorrow. To tomorrow, Olivia said. She slept badly and well, the specific bad sleep of the night before something good, the body too aware of what the morning was going to be to settle properly, and she woke at six and lay in Priya's spare room in the grey light and she thought about a man two miles away who was probably already at the counter, the stretch and the breath and the morning routine of the body he was managing carefully, waiting at a window

I was dying. Kicking and screaming, I fought. I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live. _______________ Gasping for air, I woke to the sound of gentle knocking on the door as Rosalie, the villa’s housekeeper, announced that breakfast was ready. “Do you want to eat in your room, Miss?” she questioned sweetly, as the warm scent of cloves and cinnamon enlivened my senses, waking me with the promise of sweet pastries and dark coffee. Shaking the fog of my nightmare from my mind, I swallowed hard.

I saw Alicia about to speak again, so I cut in first. "If your friends press you, just tell them we've already signed the divorce papers. The certificate will be in our hands in thirty days anyway." Her expression shifted, complicated and unreadable. In the end, she said nothing more. But as I turned to leave, I overheard her answering a call. "What do you mean? The black box… it's finally been decoded? I'm coming right now!" Her heels struck the pavement in a hurried rhythm as she rushed off, while my own steps faltered to a halt.

Olivia barely slept the entire night. She woke up because of her dreams a few times. She looked at the surveillance footage anxiously a few times and no longer felt sleepy, so she was awake until dusk. When it was daytime, she could barely lift her spirits up. She leaned haggardly against the head of the bed, her eyes still staring at the surveillance footage. “Pheebs, it’s moving!” Olivia was still in a daze, her eyelids heavy. “What’s moving?”

He warned and finally left the room. Olivia nodded, even though she knew she wasn't making things harder for Nicholas. She was trying to get attention off herself, and if it was about yesterday. Then, she was only angry, about Morgan dating someone else. But coming to think of it, Olivia was a bit bothered. What if everyone finds out that she was fake marrying Morgan, what really would be her fate? Xavier woke up to find the blonde slut, still wrapped inside the quilt, the shape of her breasts, poking out of the sheets.