Callmeolivia Face Novels & Stories

What do they want from me? I couldn't help but be captivated by Olivia's beauty as I looked into her deep brown eyes. Her face was almost round, while mine was heart-shaped. Her nose was pointed, unlike mine. My lips were pink, while hers were crimson. She had a slim figure, while I was a bit chubby. My waist size had increased to 26 inches. "What are you staring at?" Olivia yelled at me and pushed me. In a small, timid voice, I replied, "Nothing..." and tried to pass through them.

She yelled at me covering her face “you're going to make me repeat it to you as if it wasn't embarrassing once...” "Olivia.” I said, removing her hands from her face "honey, you're completely red!” I started laughing, "don't hate me, okay?” If you want, I can see the sky so you won't be ashamed anymore” and with that I raised my face “I don't hear anything, Livie” I said a while later. "Don't be an idiot, Mark, look me in the face and listen to me very well.” she said in a commanding voice.

She felt Stark naked under those dark eyes. She couldn't give him the satisfaction of believing she was afraid of him. Furthermore, she smiled cutely, accentuating the faint dimples spotted on her cheeks. Olivia was eighteen, yet her good looks and figure could put her fellow girls into shame. Hair wavy and brown, eyes large and white like that of a puppy, porcelain skin smooth as jade, busty and tiny waist swaying down to a curvy and plump hips. All these were followed with smooth long legs.

I finish with a smile on my face. Before Caleb could say anything a clapping sound emanated from behind him. Caleb turned to look behind him, giving me a clear view of who the sound was coming from. Olivia stood beside Caleb's bed, her hands clapping together with a sly smile spreading across her face. "Say hello to all my five hundred thousand followers," she said, her voice dripping with malice. I noticed a tripod stand in front of her, holding her phone, the screen glowing with what looked like a live stream.

I said a bit loudly. Olivia opened the door and walked inside with a smile on her face. She was really beautiful, any girl would be jealous of her beauty. Her long wavy hair fell perfectly down her back, passing her waist. Her blue eyes had a natural glow. Her face seemed to be sculpted by a Greek god. She was flawless.

Olivia’s face was puffy, her eyes rimmed red and swollen from crying. She looked utterly devastated, her usual composed demeanor shattered. Her bottom lip quivered as she attempted a smile, but it was weak, trembling at the edges. "Flora," Olivia whispered, her voice cracking. Flora stepped forward, unsure whether to close the distance between them or keep some space. She could see the exhaustion written across Olivia’s features, the turmoil swirling behind her eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of what had brought them here pressing down on both of them.

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!”

I was confused and scrolled to the end to read the short text at the bottom of the videos. FIANCEE :: «You didn’t miss all this?» I opened the first video and watched : The first image I saw was me. “Hey boyfriend.” Olivia called with her back to me and her outstretched hand holding the phone while looking at me through the phone camera. I had turned around and when I saw the phone, I rolled my eyes. “You are obsessed with taking pictures. You need help, sweetheart.” I had said with a smile. “I love you too.” She had said and making kissy faces.

Adam immediately walked towards it while rubbing his hair with a smaller white towel. As soon as he saw Olivia's name as the caller of the video call, the corners of Mr. Adam's lips were immediately pulled upwards, so the man was unconsciously unable to remove his smiling smile. *****

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.”