Author Olivia Cunning Novels & Stories

But who approached us was a very, and I mean VERY, old lady dressed in the most mismatched clothes and with electric blue hair which was obviously chemically curled. "Are you Agatha?" Olivia stepped forward, not as shaken as I was by the completely unexpected person. Agatha nodded, a wrinkly smile on her face. "And you are Olivia Smith, from Beauty Smith." Olivia shrugged. "I did not know that I was this famous." She laughed, seeming completely at ease, despite her initial nervousness. Maybe she was unarmed by the fact that it was a woman. I did not know how I felt about that. I did not like how trusting she was. Had she not learned her lesson?

she said and I chuckled. “It still is a long way to go,” I said. “Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “Do you know, Paolina makes the best cupcakes, we should find her.” She said as she gripped my wrist and pulled me with her. We walked past Eric to see Paolina standing a few feet behind us with her head hung down. “Paolina, we want cupcakes,” Olivia mused and Paolina smiled as she nodded, without sparing me a glance. Olivia was a cute little child. She was feisty and sweet at the same time. The little girl had so much confidence in her. She was super friendly too. She even got Aeden’s broody lapdogs to play with her and I really don’t know-how.

my husband announced. "I need to change Timothée's zippy," Olivia said. "Let's go to my room." Amelia followed us. "Baby, let us know when the pizza gets here," I called to Daniel. "I will." The three of us went into my bedroom and climbed onto the bed. Olivia laid Timothée between us and started changing his zippy while Amelia and I sank against the ridiculous number of decorative pillows covering my bed. For a moment, I watched Olivia with her son.

Olivia smiled and said, “It does not matter if you don’t take the video, but I will have to get someone to go and dig out your mother’s two eyeballs, then. At that time, the whole process will be filmed as a video for you to watch!” Helena trembled in anger and rebuked, “Olivia, you are really a devil!” Olivia curled her lips and said, “I’m not a devil. I’m the future Queen of Northern Europe!” As she spoke of this, Olivia then stared into Helena’s eyes and said word by word, “Helena! You will never be my match! You’d better listen to me properly if you want your mother to survive. Otherwise, it will not be only your mother who will not survive, but you will not survive either!”

The CEO finally agreed to give up with D-cup women! "Hannah Snow!"An abrupt and sharp voice from Olivia Smith. Olivia Smith toyed with her newly done crystal nails and leisurely watched Hannah Snow pick up the files without offering any help. "I'll tell you something!"

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

“A pleasure meeting you. Clara talks a lot about you. She also said you are in need of some funds. Send me the account number I’d be sending the funds for. We are family after all.” His wide grin was just as familiar as one who sent chills down her spine. “Can I get cash? My accounts are frozen.” Peter didn't mind a bit and only said she should meet him later on for the cash and just like that, everything dissolved. Olivia went to the balcony, her wine glass in her hand. She didn't know how long she had been sweating under her situation. She sighed, and drank it up. “Sofia must be having a good time as the little bride. So cute.” She tilted her head to the other side, glancing at Sofia twirl

"I think Oliver is probably going to lose tonight." She was Jenson's daughter, Olivia Sinclair, 13 years old. Oliver immediately flushed with embarrassment and anger. "Olivia, what do you mean by that? Why would I lose? Do you want me to hit you?" Olivia giggled. "Because you're not as handsome as Dom!" Oliver's face darkened. "Since when does drinking have anything to do with looks? Finish your food and get out of the way." Dominic laughed. "What, you can't handle the truth?"

“Nah. I’ve seen countless jealous pricks come here begging for my help against the Winchesters and I know them by heart. I do not know you. I have never seen you before so I’m asking again sugar tits, who the fuck are you?” Her blue eyes storm with more thunder, I’d be impressed if I wasn’t on the verge of losing my shit on her. “Olivia! Oli…via Montefalco… heiress to…to everything Montefalco.” Antonio Montefalco died? When? And when did he have a pretty granddaughter like her? or she could be the wife and Antonio could have been the sugar daddy, who knows? “What vendetta do you have with the Winchesters? Specifically Ryat Winchester?”

I said but that didn't sate his curiosity, his expression darkened and his jaw dropped in shock. “Olivia Winehouse? You mean the same Winehouse Corporation, the top global consortium in the world?” He asked, his voice dripping with disbelief and I nodded. "Olivia Winehouse, the princess of the country?” He yelled at this point and I hurriedly covered his mouth with my hand.