Waking Olivia Novels & Stories

Chapter 29 Olivia Cruz POV "Ollie... Ollie... Are you dead or something? Wake up! Someone is here to see you," I groaned loudly and annoyingly upon hearing Claire's voice as she kept tapping me slightly to wake up. "It's Sunday, can you please let me get some sleep," I whined as I snuggled myself under the comfort of my warm blanket, not wanting to get off bed. "It's fucking weekday and you need to go to work, bitch! It's past 8am!" My eyes snapped open, and it was then I saw the raging sunlight from outside. It was summer, so I didn't expect less.

Olivia got up. "I need a cup of coffee right about now." Olivia gets up and goes over to her quaint little Keri coffee maker to fix a cup of hazelnut and vanilla coffee. Still very much perplexed, she hasn't slept much last night either because of trying to understand and wrap her mind around all of these sudden feelings that have resurfaced.

I heard a knock and I quickly rose to my feet and ran to the door, flinging it open before the person on the other side could. Olivia stood there, in one of those adorable printed pyjamas that she matched with our daughter, a frown etched on her face and the lack of sleep showing. She was awake. And she had heard me. “I heard you call my name?” She asked, faking grogginess. I took deep breaths, scanning all her features. The worry lines were more evident than ever. And her eyes had the kind of storm in them and only a person who had braved one tragedy after another would know.

Slandered my name, stole from me, got me locked up while claiming it was for my good, pretending to be the caring boyfriend, and all while still with Dawn on his arm. “Yeah, I’m ready,” I say and we walk over to him, purposely being stealthy. Somehow sensing us, Kirk looks up. His jaw drops as he does a double-take. “Olivia…W-what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be…” “Drooling on myself in some mental institution?” I finish for him. “No thanks to you, I proved I’m not insane and my friends aren’t delusions.” “Your notebook was full of crazy shit. Just because they are not delusions doesn’t mean you’re not crazy.”

Olivia's POV The morning sunlight streamed into my office as I stared at my phone, scrolling through the headlines and comments popping up across my feed. Despite the warmth in the room, I felt a chill as I doomscrolled, each one more cutting than the last. “TOP 5 WAYS TO ATTRACT AN ALPHA – LESSONS FROM LUNA LIV!” “ALPHA POWER COUPLE HOSTS CARNIVAL OF DRAMA.” "OLIVIA HARTWYN: LUNA IN NAME ONLY?”

That night, Olivia was alone in the master bedroom, except for Daniel who was fast asleep in his room. Olivia tried to sleep, but a soft scratching sound from outside the window woke her up. She shuddered. Suddenly, the television in her room turned on by itself, displaying a blank screen. Then, blinking white text appeared on the black screen: "I WILL NEVER DIE. YOU WILL FOLLOW." A scream nearly escaped Olivia's throat. She unplugged the TV cable with trembling hands, then grabbed her phone, trying to call David. The network was gone. When she turned around, standing in the bathroom doorway, was a figure that made her blood freeze. A tall female figure in a dirty white dress, long black hai

the officer pressed. Dennis shook his head slowly, his voice raw and uneven. "She was calm. Everything seemed normal." At that moment, his assistant stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. "Mr. Malcolm, you should look at your wife's Instagram account." Dennis fumbled to unlock his phone, logging in hastily. The most recent post greeted him like a slap to the face. [Five years of dreaming. Time to wake up. The truth is yours to uncover. —Tracy.]

When he stood in front of him, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Hailey… Is it really you?" That was when I smiled and reached out my hand, "I think you've got the wrong person, Signorino Ian. My name is Willow Linetti, and I'm in charge of Wilco Real Estate." Ian shook my head. His hand felt cold, and it was trembling as he stared right into my eyes, trying to find any sign of me lying, "You're really not Hailey Salvatore?" "You really do like to kid around." I pulled my hand away from his.

A breath of damp, old air rolled upward, carrying the smell of stone, metal, and something older… almost metallic. The house groaned. Her phone buzzed. She yanked it out, hands shaking, and saw a new message. Unknown number. Timestamp 03:43 AM. A video file. She didn’t want to play it. But her thumb tapped before her mind could stop it. The video opened. Darkness. A single candle. A room that looked like a basement. A stone floor. And in the center, Olivia. Her heart plummeted. She was wearing a white shift dress, soaked at the hem. Her hair hung loose and wild down her back. Her eyes were open wide, but empty, like someone had scooped her soul out.

Jordyn stated, jumping as the door flew open, Ethan, Jade, and Jake walked in. Jake had his phone to his ear. “Leon, it’s bad, there is no telling what that sick bastard did to her. I know you know some powerful witches. This was your fault, get the council, get the witch and get here, yesterday.” Jake hung up his phone. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.” He smiled at Jordyn. “The sun has barely come up and you already kicked lover-boy out.” She grunted and stuck her tongue out in a childish demeanor. “How did you know I was awake?” She should have been able to hear Leon on the other end of the phone, but it seemed that her wolf hearing was gone also.