Author Olivia Cunning Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I blinked and turned my head toward her, still dazed. “Do you want to meet him again?” she asked softly. My lips parted before my brain could stop them. “Yes,” I breathed. She burst out laughing, I blinked, snapped back into the room, cheeks burning. “That man you kissed,” Olivia said, rubbing her temples, “Is Alexander Hunt. The most ruthless man I’ve ever worked for. He changes women more often than his clothes.” Her voice was firm, like she needed me to hear the raw truth, whether I was ready for it or not.

Olivia froze, and she felt as if her heart had stopped. ‘He must have heard that!’ She hid it so well for four years, but now, he had heard it. Plus, he had heard it during such a situation. She turned her face, not daring to look at John’s face. When Zac saw this, he quickly asked, “Pheebs, who is this?” Olivia grabbed Jennie’s hand and took a deep breath before standing up. She said to Zac and Ken, “Zac, this is Jennie Sutherland. She’s my partner at the atelier and also my best friend.”

As if Diana's presence here was no big deal. "What do you mean?" Olive chuckled. "Can't you understand what I'm saying, Mrs. Diana? You must be much older than me, right?" Diana gritted her jaw. "I just want to talk to Thomas. I have nothing to do with you!" "Obviously there is!" Olive leaned back slightly. "If you forget who I am, it doesn't matter if we get reacquainted." Olive grinned. "I'm Olivia Charlotte. The future wife of Thomas Adam." She deliberately emphasized the word 'future wife' in her words just now.

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

Raine caught me staring at him and I quickly moved my eyes way staring at everywhere but him. " Hey, are you just going to stand there or are you going to tell us your name and act?" The female judge spoke up quite brashly and irritatedly. What is wrong with this lady? I looked down and at the name tag just below her seat. ' Olivia Sangria ' The name read. Oh my god, it was the renowned actress Olivia. She was a judge here? I suddenly remembered what Marina said. That the female lead and first supporting actress roles had already been taken.

Olivia. Across the room, by the long table stacked with silent auction prizes. Black dress simple, elegant, hugging her curves in a way that made my throat dry. Her hair was pinned back, a few strands falling loose to frame her face. She wasn’t smiling. She never played pretend well in rooms like this. And still, she was the only real thing in here. “Eyes forward,” Cassandra muttered, squeezing my arm. “Don’t look bored.” I smirked, not moving my gaze. “Who says I’m bored?”

Olivia stepped closer, her heels clacking against the polished floor, each step deliberate, like the countdown of a clock ticking toward detonation. “You think crawling into another woman’s marriage makes you special?” she spat, her voice rising. “You think warming a judge’s bed means you’re untouchable? No, darling. You’re not a leading lady. You’re just a cheap understudy.” Gasps. A nervous laugh from somewhere behind us. My throat burned. I wanted to scream, to fight back, to tell her she was wrong. But what if she wasn’t? What if there was truth buried under her venom?

"I didn't expect that you are still a fan of mine." Andrew was surprised, "Have you seen his movie?" Olive was silent for three seconds without explaining, "Mm-hmm." Another intern chimed in at this moment. She looked like a more lively character and laughed with a small tiger tooth. "What movie?" Without waiting for an answer, the girl said, "By the way, my name is Susan." Olive replied with a smile, did not continue to talk to them, and returned to her seat. She turned on the computer and saw Susan take out her mobile phone and add W******p with Andrew and Leo.

The older woman rolled the leaf, and she stopped when Olivia's name was on the leaf. “Olivia,” The older woman wasn't sure if Olivia could win against Leah. She sighed as she tried to calm herself down.