Author Olivia Cunning Novels & Stories

After a few hours of getting ready, Olivia went out the door with that natural make-up that enhanced the features of her face, that simple yet beautiful wavy short hair along with that sleeveless beige flow-y dress I chose for her that had some accent of mustard yello daisies on the bottom, casanovas, they fall for innocent-like girls, most of them, at least. "You look better." I complimented Olivia smirked, "Just better? You had your jaw dropped when you saw me." "You have always looked the best in my eyes since you're the only one I laid my eyes on." "Geez, that line again, I'm not falling for those traps. I've fallen for too many casanova to know their tricks." She reminded with that smug

The reunion stage would certainly be a big backdrop and would make her vicious scheme a success. "Haha ... cunning bitch! You don't know, right? Your husband even chose to stay here instead of being with you. What an ugly woman!" Olivia scoffed after sipping her wine, she smiled cunningly, imagining how sweet the victory would be to come. "It's time to play the role," Olivia whispered to herself. She knew that appearance was everything and the faculty reunion was a golden opportunity to showcase her superiority. "Reunion! Oh-ho! Let's see how the former Campus Queen will become an ugly duckling because of her pregnancy hormones! Luckily, I've never been pregnant. I won't be afraid to look ug

Finally she took a step forward towards the entrance, the brewed up courage was short lived as she was stopped by the huge guard at the door. “Name and Business??” “O-Olivia,” She stuttered for a moment, he was just so incredulously huge that it shattered every being of her confidence, “Olivia Camden. I’m a fashion designer and— “Yeah and I’m a Nobel prize winning author,” He retorted with the highest form of sarcasm, “What do you want lady??” She stepped back a little bit, unappreciative of his tone but still scared to get pummelled ,she cleared her throat and looked up at him, “I’m here to see your boss.”

Determined to make her presence known and acknowledged, she cleared her throat and shifted in her seat. Olivia gracefully rose from the table, her loose curls falling gently over her shoulders as she made her way to the fridge. She couldn't resist the urge for a refreshing glass of orange juice on this warm summer day. As she walked past Cathleen, her mind raced with curiosity about the nature of her and Xavier's relationship. Should she just keep walking or pause and make conversation? In the end, she took a few steps before halting abruptly and turning around to face Cathleen. Exposing her long, toned thighs that flashed in the sunlight streaming through the windows as she spoke

“Aren’t I?” Her voice was Olivia’s—but twisted, colder, carrying an unnatural echo that sent a chill down Olivia’s spine. “No,” Olivia said firmly. “You look like me, but you’re not me.” The other Olivia chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred. “I am you. The part of you that you buried. The part you’re too afraid to face.” She stood gracefully, descending the throne’s steps with deliberate, confident strides. “Tell me, what did you think you’d find in Oliver’s mind? A simple lock to break? A key hidden in the shadows?” She tsked, shaking her head. “No, darling. You stepped into something much bigger than you could ever understand.”

She was beaming, her round face showing off excitement. The room responded with laughter, low and challenging, as the bidders gathered their chips, determined to get the best of them all. They were all prepared for the night’s rituals, and the very first young woman to get dragged out of the backstage —bruised, tortured, and confused—was Olivia, Jacob's obsessive sub and Naomi's friend.

My father stood at the head of the table, his presence colder than stone. Recce prowled beneath my skin, restless, claws scraping. Claim her. Bite. Now. I ground my teeth. And then she entered. Olivia. The gown transformed her into something the hall couldn’t ignore. White silk kissed her skin, silver threads making her glow like she carried the moon inside her. Her hair was simple, but it framed her face with a softness that stole my breath. Her eyes searched the crowd—uncertain, hopeful—until they found mine. Trust. Belief.

DEVON POV Why was Olivia being so doubtful about everything. I can swear I felt the energy in her change. But now she seems to be slipping off again. That shouldn't happen. I need her to be strong, that is why she is here again, to overcome those people who doubted her capabilities and if she wants to that she has to first overcome Candice, she is not supposed to let that woman get through to her. I need to have a few words with Candice also i want to know what she meant by paying her way to me. Is she even really skilled Medically or just follows Susan around.

I squint my eyes, trying to figure out how to escape this situation as Olivia trots toward me. Olivia has shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes. She is wearing a green floor-length designer gown with a deep plunging neckline at the front. I can't help but admire her tight body and perfect ass. She is a beautiful woman, that's for sure. But so damn annoying. "Sebastian, are you ignoring me again?" Olivia pouts. I tried to date her in the past but couldn't live past our first date. Olivia couldn't stop mentioning how good-looking she thought I was and how we were a perfect match because of it. And then she spent the second half of the date talking about herself.

“You did a wonderful job on the costumes, Olivia. You’re really very talented.” Olivia froze. How did this woman know her name? And how did she know Olivia did the costumes? Olivia looked at her again and it hit her, where she knew her from. She was one of the people who came during Amaya’s inspection. She had talked to Olivia, then, too. She worked for Silvermoon. But why the interest in Olivia. Olivia felt uneasy as they sat through the next few numbers. The woman didn’t try to initiate conversation again, which Olivia was grateful for.