Author Olivia Cunning Novels & Stories

Olivia: Or else I’ll suplex you when we meet as I did to your men Ash: Doing tricks for me already. I like that Olivia: It’s not that. Shut up Olivia: It’s a threat Ash: Can’t wait Olivia: You are pissing me off Olivia: Just pinky promise Olivia: Come one :( Olivia: [attached picture] Olivia is smiling like all stars in the universe belong to her. Her eyes twinkling in the sunlight. She smiles brightly at whomever she is looking at. Her long hair freely fell on her shoulder. The yellow gown she is wearing makes her look young and innocent. She looks beautiful.

“If we can get the kitchen CCTV footage, we can prove Olivia never touched that poisoned spoon.” Joe stood up. “I know the password! I can help, Dad!” Hunter nodded. “Good. Let’s fight back. And let’s prove the truth—for Mama.” --- Meanwhile, Olivia sat alone in the temporary holding cell. Her hair was a mess, her eyes puffy, her body exhausted. But in the silence, she clutched her chest and whispered: “Damien... Shopia... You think I’ll give up? No. I’ve risen from worse before. And I will rise again.”

Some stranger was speaking with him, but my attention wasn’t on the man. It was on the woman. Olivia Marchel. A-list actress and Eleanor Rowe London’s brand ambassador. I knew it was professional. But logic didn’t calm the fire burning through my veins. Every time Olivia laughed and every time her fingers brushed the sleeve of Julian’s suit, I wanted to rip her couture gown to shreds and pin her against the display glass. “Trouble in paradise?” Irine nudged me, her laugh dripping with satisfaction. “Who?” I asked flatly, feigning ignorance.

With a combination of curiosity and excitement reflected in her enigmatic eyes, Olivia was fully focused. “Oh my goodness, you two,” Olivia laughed wholeheartedly. Her voice sounded like a fairy tale. “I can’t imagine that you can actually come up with something so wild and creative, Arranging a Mistress For Your Husband, I couldn’t have ever dreamt of it! But finding the perfect person must be really daunting.”

Darian who was in attendance wondered who the lucky lady was while Damian raised a brow in perplexity and took a sip off his glass. "Here comes the next heir to Arthur groups, Olivia Davidson!" Few gasps could be heard from the crowd while a thunderous applause rapt the air. The curtains behind Ivan parted slowly to reveal Olivia who was draped in a sleek Chanel dress, silver heels, and a subtle diamond brooch. She moved gracefully to the podium with a smile and the applause intensified as the lights poured on her. Darian's eyes grew into large circles as Olivia was unveiled, his mouth forming into a mute O. He was flabbergasted and kept staring in a catatonic stupor.

They always wanted to win Olivia's crown as a woman, if Olivia didn't give them the amount of money she wanted. "Don't ..., not now," softly Olivia who kept running accompanied by tears that wafted freely in the strong wind. "Oh my God ..., let Olivia be happy for just a little while. Olivia doesn't want to fall prey to the hunger of those three perverted thugs! Help Olivia, God!" asked Olivia during the running steps ***

“Instead of threatening to throw a knife at me just so I'd walk with you to get drunk.” “Oliver, that doesn't mean you can't at least pretend to be decent and enjoy being here.” Keyleth whined, tugging the cowl of her hood up. I snorted. “I can't pretend to be something I'm not.” An onyx-eyed female wolven was suddenly inches away from me. The pale skin of her breasts pushed up and almost out of the cloth that struggled to keep them in place. She pulled her bottom lips in, revealing the sharp edge of one of her fangs, her eyes roaming over me. Shoving another growl down my throat, I watched her approach me, her fingertips inches away from my face. Her jet black hair fell in waves to her shou

a gentle voice interrupted. Olivia turned to see a woman around Lily Bradford's age—maybe even younger—approaching them. She wore a genuine smile that could light up an entire room. Her heart almost stopped when suddenly the woman pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m Leanne Westmore. You must be Olivia, Lily had told me so much about you. We have the same eye color!”

- Pure said Oliwen: “Huh… But… Why?” Pure: “Are you kidding? She is one of the nominees.” Oliwen: “Ok, Olivia, you will come with us.” Then Olivia was brought to a strange place. Though she is eight hundred years old, she’s still so young compared to other people here. This is a luxurious and noble space, full of sparkling things. Olivia also caught Oliwen's arm, and innocently asked: “This place looks beautiful but so strange and mysterious, Mr. Oliwen, can you tell me what is that?”