Author Olivia Cunning Novels & Stories

I called Olivia over to my office later that day, after sending Maddie to cover for me in a meeting, leaving her to explain why I was suddenly unavailable and relay information about the conclusions derived during the meeting back to me. Olivia swirled into my office like a hurricane. She was a lovely woman with golden brown skin and cinnamon hair, but her eyes... Her eyes gave her away that she was something more than just a lovely woman with golden brown skin and cinnamon hair. Her eyes gave her away that something more ancient, something more powerful prowled under her skin... I just wasn't sure what it was yet.

Olivia watched her now coming off the tennis court, having won yet another match 6-3, 4-6, 7-5. Nineteen year old Olivia had always been in awe of Roberta. Often she had stood still, staring at the older woman as though fascinated. She's as far above me as the stars, thought Olivia. She's all I would most like to be. Olivia's mind was constantly reverting to her. Striking-looking, tall and finely built, she might have stood as a model for a Juno. Her long red hair glowing in the sunlight.

He only had little time left and he couldn't risk his position for anything. Olivia started at herself in the floor length mirror. She looked good to say the least. He full black hair was pinned in a high ponytail and the blue dress she had on made her eyes pop out. The only thing on her face was lipgloss as her sister had refused to help her with her makeup. Olivia didn't mind. She felt suffocated by it anyway. A soft knock came and Gwen, their new made peeped in. " Mr Payne has arrived, Olivia." The woman said. Olivia nodded.

Judith’s ice-cold voice came from behind me and I felt goosebumps break out on my back at her tone as gasps of surprise rose around us. Olivia Burns had been a showgirl? No wonder she dressed so scandalously! With her full breasts pushed up over the lace of her corset peacock dress, and her wild shock of red hair curled extravagantly on the top of her head. She looked like a pin-up barbie doll, while I was over here looking like Shrek’s forgotten bride. What hope did I have if any, that the prince would look my way if women like her were always around him?

'I've asked the two judges to remove Olivia's name from the list, she mustn't step foot in Havilah city, as her father and a member of the association, don't tell me you're unaware of what she is' * * * * The Camp Of The Undead* *Devil's Lane* When Olivia regained her senses, there were two additional figures in her quarters and she smiled, they had really gone on a dangerous mission because there were additional scars on thier faces and thier skin was far from radiant. " You are back!" She squealed " We just got back,Pampered heiress, you missed me didn't you" Olivia nodded " Of course, I missed you " Eight snickered at Meek " I told you she would miss me, didn't I" " I missed you as well "

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

He patted her head finding her actions adorable "Then what is it Olivia? How can you explain your logic? Don't you think it takes nice looks to look good in clothing?" Olivia can never win an argument with Claude, she was just trying to lighten up the mood since everyone stiffed and became nervous the moment he showed up, well except for Madam Mira who perceived the appearance of the crown Prince in her store as an honor. "That is correct, the Crown Prince is a beautiful man no one can rival" A soft voice echoed bringing everyone's eyes to it's direction. Olivia recognized this beauty, she was the only daughter of Marquis Sembre, her wavy blond hair and bright round forest eyes are what made

Though Olivia's compromising photos with Christopher hadn't been released, rumors of their involvement had spread. And with David's recent press conference revealing his past marriage to Selina, it wouldn't be appropriate for her to bid now. She didn't want unnecessary complications. Instead, she took out her phone and messaged a contact she had added some time ago. Shortly after, a bidding paddle rose in the distance, accompanied by a woman's clear voice: "40 million." Olivia looked at Selina in shock, having clearly seen her message Ashley, the Roselane heiress, who was now bidding.

Her dark hair was pulled into a sleek bun, and her designer sunglasses perched perfectly on her nose. Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Mother.” Olivia nearly choked on her coffee. *Mother?!* Evelyn Cole turned her sharp gaze on Olivia, taking her in from head to toe in a single, piercing glance. “And who,” Evelyn said, her tone dripping with curiosity, “is this?” Olivia scrambled to her feet, suddenly very aware of her messy hair and oversized pajamas. “Uh, I’m Olivia. Olivia Hart.” Evelyn’s eyebrows arched, and a slow, knowing smile spread across her face. “Ah, *Olivia*. I’ve heard about you.”

Arguing was pointless, Olivia knew that. But she made up a plan to meet with the so-called Sinclair heir just to tell him to his face that she wasn't interested in the alliance. Maybe he would understand and break it off himself. She arrived at the hotel suite that day and had her speech rehearsed and determination set. But she walked into that room and saw who the man was… Mike Sinclair was not what she expected. He was extremely tall. Gorgeous. Perfectly sculpted in all the right places. He had the darkest features, but the most gentle green eyes that seemed to see right through her. The man, was her type, exactly how she would have had it on paper.