Aesthetic Olivia Rodrigo Novels & Stories

"I froze at twenty-nine." "Wow." Maria probably sounded like a broken record at this point but she was just shocked—by a lot of things. Olivia was very beautiful with light brown hair that was always held tightly in a ponytail by a band, beautiful pale skin and a lithe figure that Maria admired so much. She had that kind of lovely beauty that drew the eyes and it made Maria wonder why she was alone. Didn't she have a mate? Or did she? Maria didn't really know anything about her because she was being very careful.

She felt sick at the thought, and fought to push it firmly out of her mind. Liv sat down across from Sully now and he gazed at her. Beautiful woman, Olivia Jameson. He had seen her covers and photo shoots and makeup campaigns, of course. Liv on some beach somewhere, her glossy hair styled and blowing sexily in the wind, her perfect body in a tiny g-string bikini, the top barely covering her nipples. Olivia laid across a bed in a pair of minute panties, looking over her shoulder at the camera with a come-hither stare. Drop-dead fucking gorgeous, and hot. Sully had wanted to meet her a thousand times, and now here he was, drinking coffee with her.

Olivia’s eyes searched Logan’s ruthless face, her hands clenched tightly. Suddenly, a smile crept across her lips, dispersing the tears that had threatened to spill. She had always been a skilled actress. ‘Well, Mr Wilde, I admit my mistake. I won’t cross any boundaries again,’ Olivia said, her tone composed and respectful. Alessia watched the scene unfold, her emotions oscillating between anxiety and awe. Olivia’s ability to switch from teary-eyed vulnerability to an ice-cold demeanour left Alessia both impressed and intimidated.

From Olivia's peripheral vision, she could tell that Joan and Cole knew who she was referring to as the person whom Christopher liked, but, going back to their suggestion, she answered, "I could never be that ideal woman for Chris." "Do you like him?" Joan asked outright. Her words granted silence around them. "Liv, do you... like Chris?" Olivia struggled to answer the grilling. She rarely lied in her life and so, while stumbling on her words, she said, "He is really nice and, he takes care of Katie so much - " "He is handsome," aided Joan. "Yes, very handsome," answered Olivia. "He is rich, powerful, and well connected." "Liv, do you like him?" Joan asked again.

CARL. Olivia's face is gorgeous. She has one of those faces that are not doll-like, but rather, sexy and representative. Yes, those faces represent life and wisdom, no matter what. They represent the ability to love and to claim when they need some love nearby. And there she was, Olivia Quintero completely naked before me, inside the shower of a five-star hotel on a stunning and touristic island of Venezuela, after making love, with that sparkling look and that redness from the past excitement and the movements, my movements and my touches, my fault all her reds on the skin, that shaved, beautiful, and preened, was the wrapper of a precious and desirable body.

Olivia The female lead The wife to Antonio Austin's ex lover Carries a dark secret within her Brown skinned, has cobalt blue eyes, she has a figure that could knock every man out, a little plump in size, has a height 5.8Inch, weighs 60kg and also gets highly scared on hearing the word "secret" 27years old Owns an NGO and runs charity organizations Depends on Antonio and not yet established Loves children and animals Gets betrayed by her own sister and best friend, escaping death from countless enemies for the sake of love, fights a battle between a lie and truth

Her hair was swept back, exposing the elegant line of her neck. Aiden froze. He had seen the most beautiful women in the world at galas and boardrooms, but Olivia looked different. She didn't look like a trophy; she looked like a challenge. “So pretty,” Aiden thought, his breath hitching. He couldn't take his eyes off her. For a split second, he forgot about the Vanguard Group, forgot about his father, and forgot about the war they were fighting. Olivia felt his gaze like a physical heat. As she approached the car, she caught his eye through the tinted window. Her heart did a strange, uncomfortable flip.

I squint my eyes, trying to figure out how to escape this situation as Olivia trots toward me. Olivia has shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes. She is wearing a green floor-length designer gown with a deep plunging neckline at the front. I can't help but admire her tight body and perfect ass. She is a beautiful woman, that's for sure. But so damn annoying. "Sebastian, are you ignoring me again?" Olivia pouts. I tried to date her in the past but couldn't live past our first date. Olivia couldn't stop mentioning how good-looking she thought I was and how we were a perfect match because of it. And then she spent the second half of the date talking about herself.

I didn’t want to make either of us any more nervous than it needed to be. Oliver eventually finds the zip and pulls it down at lightning speed, trying to make up for lost time, swearing as I step out of tonight's outfit, revealing a very naked self. I couldn’t even wear a bra with this dress. I had to go all out. “You need a spanking for this,” he grumbles, running his hands through his hair, trying to control himself. I don’t need control. I need him. Oliver yanks off the rest of his pants before I can pull him back into a deep kiss, hoping that he’ll see that right now he’s all I need.

The woman who said wow earlier, chipped in, as she got up walking towards Olivia. The judges had no objection as Olivia was a perfect example of what they needed. Olivia couldn't be described as the most beautiful, but she had a pretty face. A pure and innocent beauty, which can make one like her at one glance. Her large watery set of eyes did most of the work of charming people to her, giving them a fragile and delicate glint. The woman took Olivia by the side, so other people could audit. “Olivia dear, I'm Carla and I'd be your direction. Your looks are perfect for my designs and can also tell the meaning to each work.” Carla said, smiling at Olivia.