Aesthetic Olivia Rodrigo Novels & Stories

Aurora replied and went to help Oliva. "Zip the dress from the back." Oliva ordered and Aurora did as she was told. "I am looking beautiful." Oliva praised herself, looking at the mirror. She smiled to herself. She looks beautiful all the time, there's nothing new in it. "What do you think, Aurora?" Oliva asked, wanting to hear some praises for herself. "You look gorgeous, princess." Aurora told and it was the truth. Oliva indeed looked beautiful in the pastel coloured dress. Oliva smirked. "I know right, no girl can match my beauty." She chuckled and then looked at Dominic. With a confident smile on her face, she walked towards him.

And, when I had let her know, Olivia's eyes had beamed with excitement and understanding, begging me to let her experiment as well. Unfortunately, Jonny had decided to show up and tried to open the door. At least we'd been smart enough to lock it, which gave us plenty of time to get ready and try to look relatively normal. “What are you thinking about?” Olivia's question brought me back to reality. "The first time I saw these beauties.” I answered taking my hands to her breasts to caress them over her shirt, fortunately, the bra was in absence. "Excellent memory.” She agreed with a breathless laugh "But I think there is something to celebrate today...”

the unfamiliar eyes fell on Arianna and an eerie feeling wrapped around her as she stated, "Before you ask that who I am? Let me complete the formalities, I'm Olivia Fletcher and every witch you see in the estate are my coven members." Olivia was powerful not because she wasn't scared but because she went on so strongly, despite the fear. She was dressed casually, but smartly dressed in a long skirt matched with an elegant white shirt and a neck scarf. Her face was made up, but not overdone and her long black hair was pulled back into a pony-tail. There was something in the way she held herself, as if she was surrounded by a strong aura. Whereas the average person just walked along, barely a

"Please we'll only take a minute of your time-" Olivia felt invisible the way she was completely ignored and it angered her. She turned to Mr. Martinez whom she'd managed to score a few days ago and folded her arms, giving him a warning glare. The director had long been torn between carrying out his duty and pleasing this young beauty he never imagined would be his. Even now as she dared him with her look, she was every bit gorgeous, her body just tempting to touch. If these two hadn't barged in when they did, a lot of things would've gone down. He licked his lips just staring at her and he made his decision.

“Blinded? Avery Cole, that’s the point.” Avery groaned, flopping onto the edge of the bed. “I swear, you live for making my life awkward.” “Awkward? Me? Never.” Olivia gave her the most innocent smile, already rifling through the hangers. “I live for creating impact. Dramatic entrances, memorable outfits… and maybe emotional turmoil in high-ranking men. It’s an art form.” Avery raised an eyebrow. “And you’re an expert in all of that?” “Obviously,” Olivia quipped, holding up a sleek black dress. “This one screams confidence with just a hint of mystery. Perfect for dinner. Nathaniel won’t know what hit him.”

She kept subjecting her to these torturous visions of her best friend's husband. Taking a deep breath, Olivia willed herself to approach the table, her steps feeling leaden. Up close, Ethan looked even more maddeningly attractive in his neatly trimmed hair, lines crinkling around his warm brown eyes as he glanced up at her. Olivia glided across the floor towards him, the deep red chiffon of her dress swirling around her toned legs with every step. The plunging neckline hinted at just a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. She had soft waves of golden brown hair falling over her bare shoulders, and her lips, painted a sultry shade of crimson, made Ethan’s mouth go dry.

Ella's POV "Mommy!" I heard a voice cry. "Mama! Higher!" I was in a green, misty field with a singular swing and on it sat Lili. I'd always thought Lili was the most similar to me. Although only four years old, she was already fiercely opinionated and was never afraid for her voice to be heard. Physically too. Leo and I were fairly similar in appearance, male and female aside, but she seemed to have still managed to adopt my traits more. A lighter tan unlike Leo's honey brown and light, close to white with blonde hair.

"Would you like to return abroad with me? Let’s go back to Grandfather’s estate. You could resume your studies and transform your body into something beautiful and alluring while there." "Very well! I shall go to Grandfather’s house, and I shall work to slim down so I look beautiful. Look at my body—like this, it’s unpleasant to the eye. And my face, with its burn scars, is so hideous it disgusts people." Olivia touched the scars on her face from three years ago. "I’ll make the arrangements. If you wish to take revenge on those who belittled and betrayed you, then you must have strong determination. I can help you with my money," said Oscar.

Besides, she wasn’t the only one doing the staring. Olivia was a different kind of beautiful. It wasn’t the sort of beauty that would slap you across the face, but you would notice the flaws in her looks if you stared too hard. Olivia got even more beautiful the longer you stared at her, and she seemed to radiate with a kind of light that I’d never seen before. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, and she was wearing minimal makeup. But even at that, she still looked so beautiful that I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her. Her hazel eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and her lips were slightly parted in a way that made her seem like she was curious about something. She never tore her gaze away

“It’s time. Come with me; we’re about to discuss our hatred for that soul.” Rebecca felt a spark of anger inside her, and it took so much from her to suppress it. Why was she angry? She trash-talked him a lot. It just made her angry hearing it from someone else. But she had no choice but to smile. “Oh, of course! Just look at his face!” “Not the face,” Olivia said. “The person. He has a very handsome and seductive body; honestly, I wouldn’t mind fucking him. But who he is, his name—it’s just not right. He doesn’t deserve it.”