Olivia Cabello Naked Novels & Stories

Elijah After two months in prison, Olivia looked… different. I’d expected her to be haggard and half-insane by now, but the person I saw was nothing at all like that. If anything, she looked better than she had on the outside. Her hair, no longer that fake bleached blonde but back to its natural light brown, was neatly pulled back in a low bun. Her face wasn’t caked with makeup the way it used to be, revealing clear skin underneath.

Jumping up and down in the chair, Olivia cries out a long line of vulgar words that would make the Devil himself very pleased to hear. “You bitch! Keep your fucking paws off me.” Olivia cries out with black tears from her mascara lining her cheeks. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to grow my hair?” Gliding the shaver over Olivias head again, my mother smiles as she watches large, silky chunks of black hair fall onto the ground.

Now, we were inside the house with the door locked. Olivia had dropped the robe. It pooled on the ground around her. Underneath it she was wearing a very thin flowing dress. The dress was so thin that it left little to the imagination. I suddenly recalled what I had found so attractive about her in the first place. She was a top contender among the most beautiful women I ever fucked. And she wasn’t going to let me forget it. Her long blonde hair flowed over the front of her dress in seductive waves. I had a sudden urge to push it away and reveal what was underneath.

Sadly, I didn't get lucky to have one. "Did you watch the premiere of the Euphoria last night?" Olivia said in the middle of my day dreaming. She's holding and tying up her hair in a bun. Thanks god, I almost ate all of her hair. "No. I'm doing our homework" She slowly turned her head with her shocked expression. She then put her hand on her face and wipe her eyes going down. "Shit. We have homework? I didn't even know.. "

I started pacing around the room trying to breath "Olivia I need you to breathe," Claudia said "I-I can't," I said "You have to the baby," She said into my ear I tried but still couldn't breathe. I looked at Alex who stood up from the bed and looked angry

She was straddling me, her weight light but insistent. “I feel so hot, Liam,” she whimpered. Her voice was breathless and desperate. “I want you inside me right fvcking now. Please.” I swallowed really hard as I ran my eyes up and down her body, my brain struggling to catch up. What made me freeze more than her actions was not her boldness; no. It was how Olivia was completely naked on top of me. I mean, she wasn't wearing a damn thing. Her skin was flushed, glowing in the morning light, and her eyes looked so hungry, dilated and glazed with a chemical need.

My steps faltered, my eyes narrowing instinctively. There, under the sprawling oak tree, was Olivia. She was asleep, her body curled up on the soft grass, a book lying forgotten beside her. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting delicate patterns on her face. Her ash-blonde hair glimmered with streaks of gold, scattered haphazardly across her flushed cheeks. Her lashes, long and dark, rested softly against her pale skin, and her lips—slightly parted—betrayed the hint of a sigh.

Her wound was all healed up, so she didn’t need a bandage on her forehead anymore. It was the weekend, and Lillian was lying on her bed reading a W*****n when Olivia came barging into her room. “Come with me.” Olivia told her and grabbed her arm. She dragged her out of the room, leaving Lillian in confusion. “What’s wrong?” she asked her in a confused tone and with a frown. “Someone is handing out naked pictures of you.” Olivia told her. “WHAT?!” she yelled in shock.

Now that she knew her true nature, Amelia had a strong feeling Solana was plotting something new. “Sis!” Amelia and Mia turned toward the voice and saw Olivia approaching. Both of them frowned when they noticed Olivia’s outfit. She was wearing a simple yellow dress; her usually curly hair was now straight, and her makeup was light. Mia immediately whispered, looking at Olivia with disgust. “Is that your dress? Is she copying your style and the way you fix yourself? This is the first time I’ve seen her hair not curly and without red lipstick.” She had to whisper because she couldn’t use a mind link with Amelia, since Amelia was wolfless.

she sets her hands on my shoulders and pressed her cheek to mine, "You will never find out. You look amazing by the way." "Thanks girl, no let's get you dressed up too." we walk towards the make up station. Olivia was a brunette of hispanic heritage. She was taller than me, willowy rather than curvy. Her lips were lush and red, her cheekbones high and scuplted. Her dress was modestly sexy, a flowing sheath of creamy satin that contrasted with her olive skin. She looked like a fucking supermodel and exuded an exotic sex appeal. She was a stunner, her posture had the kind of flamboyant confidence i admired.