Aesthetic Olivia Rodrigo Romane & Geschichten

Hector took a glance at Olivia, and his expression was unchanged. Olivia looked gorgeous, but everything that met the eyes was artificial, not the natural appearance she was blessed with. Hector had applied makeup for so many women that he could detect whether a face had undergone any minor surgery or not at first glance. Before joining the company, he had already done his research and found out that Olivia was the female artist that Zestar had been focusing on promoting. She had no fewer resources than other S-list celebrities, but she had not created any magnum opus in the past three years that could secure her position in the industry.

Alexander I parted from Olivia at the elevator, heading toward my office. Just before the doors closed, I turned back for one final look. Olivia stood tall, confidence radiating from her posture as she spoke with another employee. The pencil skirt hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her shapely legs and the gentle swell of her hips. The matching blazer highlighted her trim waist before flaring subtly over her breasts. She was magnificent, not just physically attractive but commanding attention with her intelligence and poise. Even from this distance, I could see how she captivated her audience, gesturing animatedly as she spoke.

Maya barked out, "When you're with me you do not say that word! Got it?!" "Y... yes," Olivia stuttered out in fear, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that." "Hmm," Maya grumbled, then spanked Olivia hard again, "Get on your hands and knees whore." Olivia climbed off Maya, accidentally dragging her knee against Maya's big, ebony breasts. Then she got onto her hands and knees while Maya rummaged in a wardrobe. Olivia marvelled at Maya's body. It should have been obvious given he name, but she really did look like Maya Jama, the celebrity.

Her voice rose, a crescendo of desperation and anger. Xavier glanced at her then, his eyes as cold as steel and his mouth curving around the fruit in a sardonic smile. "Glow Girl is all about natural beauty, which of course you are not. Your skin is far from flawless. Let's be realistic; they always put makeup on your face before the shoots." His voice was cool and dismissive, each word a calculated blow. Olivia recoiled as if struck, her dream of perfect beauty crumbling like an over-powdered foundation.

ADRIAN The silence in the study was absolute, broken only by the erratic, hitching rhythm of Olivia’s breath. She lay across the mahogany desk like a fallen saint, her skin flushed a deep, petal-pink and glowing under the low amber light of the desk lamp. The silk gown was a ruined scrap around her waist, and her hair, damp with sweat and the spray of the wine we’d shared earlier, was fanned out across the dark wood like ink. She looked shattered. Beautifully, unapologetically undone.

Adrik raised his head to see who had broken his pleasant silence. "DAMN!! She appeared once more. I don't know why she's been stalking me for four years." In confusion, he cupped his hands around his face. Yes, she was Olivia in a stunning long black gown with a long cut from her waist to her toes and a low neck cut revealing most of her breast. Her gorgeous tight figure and long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail were stunning, and she was dressed in such a sexy way that any man would start bleeding from his nose.

I looked at her long creamy legs, The dress she is currently putting on was a little too revealing for my liking, I wanted to be the only one looking at her not every man in this damn club. "She's a sexy one" I heard Roger say behind me, As a red hair kept giving him kisses all over his face while moaning. "Yeah," I said not paying him any attention, I picked up my drink took a sip, and looked back at Olivia. My blood instantly boiled in anger, a man is sitting on a stool across from her and she is laughing and nodding at whatever crap was coming out of his mouth. I checked for Leah and she was still swaying her hips and dancing like a crazy woman, where does she get all this energy from?

There was a picture of me looking really ugly and scruffy in a head scarf, faded T-shirt, a yoga pant and flip flops next to an insanely stunning picture of Olivia Reverra on the Oscar red carpet draped in a stunning blue Chanel couture dress, which was covered in thousands of Swarovski crystals, heels to die for and a perfectly flawless skin. The heading of the post read ‘Walter Davis left America’s sweetheart Olivia Reverra for this’ I am the ‘this’. I headed to the comment section even if I knew that I probably should not. ‘She is so ugly! What does Walter see in that bitch?!’ The first comment read, I could imagine a frown on the face of the fan as they wrote this comment. They were prob

"Just understand and be patient." "But it's been a week," I said. "And she's still like that." "But, we all have to admit that Regina did look amazing back then, and the fact that she's Trevor Maverick's little sister is amazing," Janus said excitedly. "She looked very beautiful, stunning, and... Sorry to say, sexy as hell!" "She looks ordinary to me," Olivia said. "I'm sure everything she's wearing is fake. She probably rented it all from a boutique. And her makeup? Too pale and unattractive."

Before I could reply, which I couldn’t think of any, a familiar voice said, “Yeah. I agree. But Rose hasn’t changed much from the last time I saw her. Except for the fact she is more beautiful now” replied Oliver coming to stand beside me like a supportive piller. “Beautiful..?” asked Olivia, his own sister, her voice laced with jealousy but she somehow she sounded like she agrees to it. I like the sound of it.