Waking Olivia Novels & Stories

They spread out instinctively, their hands close to their weapons as they scanned our surroundings. I adjusted my jacket and started forward, with my men following closely behind. The setting was strangely similar to the first location. It was another underground private park, but this one looked newer and far more carefully maintained. My eyes moved across the room, and that was when I saw her. Everything inside me came to an abrupt stop. Olivia. She was sitting alone in a wheelchair at the far end of the room on a raised platform. Her hands were cuffed to both sides of the wheelchair, preventing her from making even the slightest attempt to escape.

Luca and Noah waved at me from the opposite seats at the table. But Aaron's voice cut through the murmurings as he began to address the room, his seriousness drawing everyone's attention back to him. "Thank you all for coming," he said, his tone steady yet edged with urgency. "We've had a lot happen since Winter stumbled into our world—a pack of wolves has been spotted lurking near the borders, and there's been unrest among some members of our tribe. But that's not the reason I've called you here." The tension in my chest tightened as he continued. "I have something important to share. I found my God-given mate after more than twenty years of waiting... and it's Winter."

"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.

she murmured, without taking her eyes off the TV. Ísis opened the door slowly. The sight made her let out a loud sigh: Olivia sat in the middle of the bed, the remote in one hand and a box of tissues in the other. Her red eyes betrayed what her face tried to hide. “For the love of God, Olivia!” Ísis exclaimed as she walked in. “You haven’t eaten properly in two days. And you just stay in here watching movies and crying.” Olivia gave her a tired little smile. “I can’t go back to work right now. I’m nauseous, I have no energy for anything… at least the movies distract me.” She wiped her tears. “And in them, the endings are happy.”

Olivia chuckled " I'm not even a member of the undead, I'm only imitating Daera and now my contract has expired, I'm free to join any mercenary group if you don't recruit me" " Pampered heiress, you can't go around telling people you have soul powers, it's dangerous" Olivia nodded her head " I know and I won't, master, please wake me up when we're about to reach Devil's lane so I can change into my robes and put on my mask " She rested her head against the seat and her eyelashes drifted close. " Pampered heiress! How can you think of sleeping during your first mission!! You should remain wide awake!!!"

CHAPTER ONE *rosapearl* Olivia POV Olivia Smith woke up to the sound of the alarm, she open her eyes slowly, her eyes lid was heavy, she did not sleep properly throughout the night. She was preparing for the new semester. she went to open her window like a normal routine to let see how beautiful the day is. " good morning beautiful world," she said she looked into the mirror and scrunched up her bob nose before walking towards the shower to take her bath singing with her angelic voice perfect by ed Sheeran.

It was a beautiful sound. Evan draped himself over the Mayor office chair the picture of debauched nobility waiting to be entertained. His eyes dropped to the sharp letter opener laying harmlessly atop a stack of unread correspondence before gesturing for Melanie to come forward and pick it up. The poor girl stopped breathing the second their eyes met, she trembled as she came forward knees knocking together at the force of her shaking.

I was buffing the last spot on the mahogany when I heard the soft, hesitant scuff of feet on the floorboards. I turned. Olivia was standing in the doorway. She was wrapped in one of my oversized white dress shirts, the hem hitting her mid-thigh. Her hair was a wild, dark tangle, and her eyes were wide, blinking against the morning light. She looked small, fragile, and utterly haunted by the memories of the rooms I had just finished cleaning. "Adrian?" she whispered, her voice a cracked, tiny thing. "I heard voices. Is... is someone here?"

“Instead of threatening to throw a knife at me just so I'd walk with you to get drunk.” “Oliver, that doesn't mean you can't at least pretend to be decent and enjoy being here.” Keyleth whined, tugging the cowl of her hood up. I snorted. “I can't pretend to be something I'm not.” An onyx-eyed female wolven was suddenly inches away from me. The pale skin of her breasts pushed up and almost out of the cloth that struggled to keep them in place. She pulled her bottom lips in, revealing the sharp edge of one of her fangs, her eyes roaming over me. Shoving another growl down my throat, I watched her approach me, her fingertips inches away from my face. Her jet black hair fell in waves to her shou

As soon as Adrian stepped out and the door clicked shut behind him, Olivia's eyes snapped open. The weak and shaken look she had on moments ago was gone like it never existed. She sat up from the hospital bed slowly, stretching her arms lazily like someone who had just woken up from a good nap. Her lips curved into a smug smile as she glanced around the quiet room. "Perfect," she muttered. She swung her legs off the bed and sat upright, then reached for her phone that was hidden beneath her pillow. She unlocked it and quickly dialed a number she knew by heart.