Author Olivia Cunning Novels & Stories

OLIVIA I'm having a hard time adjusting to the earth. It's rather unfortunate that my life was fading away like the evening sun and I can't even do anything about it. “I'm waiting for your response, Adrian. I don't enjoy being kept in suspense for too long and that's precisely what you're doing to me right now,” Rene fumed. Her voice got louder by the minute. “Yes, I do know them. Olivia is Cyril's husband while the lady standing next to her is Kate, Olivia's assistant,” Adrian briefly explained.

Like the cause of Oliver and Eva's break up. I was so shocked at what I heard. That Eva really had no shame, how could she cheat on Oliver and still have the balls to make me feel like a mistress? It's a pity that Oliver is still in to her. He definitely doesn't deserve a woman as vile as she is. I got to know so much about paige too, and the most amazing part was that she is dancer!! She even danced a little while we chatted. I realized that she was also Guys-resistant just like me.

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?

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

"You even tried to seduce David behind my back. Know your place." Olivia couldn't take it anymore. She broke free from the man holding her and lunged at Christopher. Christopher casually caught her swinging hand and shoved her back hard. Olivia fell to the ground ungracefully. "You don't have Selina's looks or figure, nor her status. What makes you think David, who didn't even want Selina, would want you?" "I was just playing with you. Did you really think you were that charming?" "If you weren't a Robinson, I wouldn't even look at you twice. You disgust me!"

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.

Wood grain dragged lightly across her fingertips as her thumbnail sank into a groove, stuck momentarily before she pulled it free, leaving a tiny crescent indentation carved into the timber. She lifted her head to look toward the witness stand. Olivia’s blue coat sloped down from her shoulders forming loose folds on either side of her slight frame. Her face looked small and frail under the stark white lighting, the pale yellow bruise on her cheekbone resembling a faded postage stamp. Her gaze fixed on Jenny, pupils reflecting the bronze chandelier hanging above counsel table. “I have no further questions, Your Honor.”

And, when I had let her know, Olivia's eyes had beamed with excitement and understanding, begging me to let her experiment as well. Unfortunately, Jonny had decided to show up and tried to open the door. At least we'd been smart enough to lock it, which gave us plenty of time to get ready and try to look relatively normal. “What are you thinking about?” Olivia's question brought me back to reality. "The first time I saw these beauties.” I answered taking my hands to her breasts to caress them over her shirt, fortunately, the bra was in absence. "Excellent memory.” She agreed with a breathless laugh "But I think there is something to celebrate today...”