Author Olivia Cunning Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly, like she wanted to say something but didn’t know how to start. I mean… who wouldn’t be shocked? This was Olivia. The same Olivia who always carried herself like she was untouchable. The kind of girl people admired from afar but never approached. The kind who moved in circles where names mattered, bloodlines mattered, power mattered. And now she was inviting me to a game. “Well,” Cynthia finally said, shaking her head slowly, “I didn’t know she would be this friendly.” I almost burst out laughing. Friendly? If only she knew what was spinning inside my head.

After dropping her tunic to the side of the bed, Olivia then took off the shorts she was wearing, leaving her in a sheer black brocade demi-cup bra matching her panties. Olivia sat back on Ignazio's lap. Ignazio's stillness made Olivia even more nervous. What should she do next? She looked at Ignazio as if asking for help, but he remained frozen in place, showing no signs of wanting to assist Olivia at all. "Sir..." Olivia whispered softly.

Though I lowered my voice for the next part. “Is our agreement still to your liking?” Olivia’s polite smile widened into her infamous, venomous smirk. “Concerned, are we?” I ignored the jab – mostly because she hit the nail on the head. “I hear you’re spending an awful lot of time with the Luna of Midnight.” Out of the corner of my eye, Kincaid took a sip of champagne. Olivia examined her nails as if she were bored. “You’re welcome.” I fought to keep my eyebrows from bunching in confusion. “Excuse me?”

She leaned back elegantly, legs crossed, her posture exuding power. “Hello, Mr. Ex-Fiancé.” Her voice dripped with mockery. Beside her, Olivia sat slumped against the wall, tied and gagged. Her wide, terrified eyes darted between them. Nirvana lifted a knife, pressing the cool metal under Olivia’s chin with a smirk. “Hey, look, Olivia. It’s the traitor.” She pushed to her feet, her movements slow, deliberate. Standing tall, she adjusted her dress as though preparing for a runway. Adrian's gaze swept over her with disdain.

However, his eyes scanned the room restlessly, looking for Olivia's figure, while also—unconsciously—making sure there was no maroon dress among the sea of people. At the end of the red carpet, on a small podium decorated with white lilies and crystals, Olivia stood. The woman looked like an angel. A champagne gown encrusted with delicate sequins draped her slender body modestly and elegantly. Her hair was neatly tied in a bun, leaving her long neck impeccably clean. A stark contrast to Kania which is wild, messy and full of danger. Olivia is a quiet pier, where Arka is supposed to dock. But why did his lips still feel hot from the storm he had just left behind?

She was wearing a white chiffon dress, and she looked tender and innocent. Another dart sliced through the air, landing on a photo of Olivia when she placed second in a chess competition. She was called a genius, and she was getting an interview in the photo. From a young age, Olivia was outstanding in every aspect because she was carefully nurtured by Jeff. The darts in Wayne's hand landed on separate targets. In the end, the last dart pierced the photo of Septem, who was also called the Deadly Bloom. She was wearing black stealth attire in the photo.

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

Gavin's answer made my entire body freeze. Next week. "Olivia is wrapping up her exclusive collaboration with Chanel before returning to oversee the expansion of her luxury fashion house between Paris and the Philippines." Gavin continued speaking. "She called me last night. She'll be here for my birthday." So they really were talking again. His ex. A bitter laugh nearly escaped my lips. Olivia Valencia. The visionary behind one of the world's fastest-rising luxury fashion houses. The woman whose face had appeared on the covers of Vogue, Harper's Bazaar, and countless magazines I could only admire from a distance.

Damon, who wasn’t the type to shy away from saying certain things, said, as the door to a private VIP section was opened for them. Oliver laughed and brought out his phone, sending a text message to Smith to tell him exactly where he and his brother were. As much as he has agreed to meet up with him at the club, Oliver knew he wasn’t going to stay in the regular area and have a repeat of what he had just witnessed. He could help but feel a little bit sorry for the woman. Beautiful, but shameless. And what the heck was that about her naming the different body parts she wanted him to_ughhh!

“I guess I can’t expect to walk out of here.” “Why not?” “Really?” Olivia laughed and ignoring the burn from the liquid threw the liquid back in one gulp. “Because I know you killed him. I am a witness.” She shook her head. “I am Antonio’s daughter.” “I don’t hurt women,” Cassandra said. Olivia scoffed. “Tell that to the women you have in that brothel of yours.” She clapped a hand over her mouth and stared at Cassandra.