Olivia Casta Real Face Novels & Stories

The corner of Ivan's lip curled into a grin as he relaxed and watched the scene unfold. "No, I actually don't" Olivia shook her head with a slight frown gracing her face "Your face don't pull any strings, sadly." "Oh..." Cecilia hummed, her eyes turning cold and her lips twitching, itching to hurl a word of insult down her way "Well, I just-" "Why are you here?" Olivia cocked her head, folding her hands and peering at the woman "Want my autograph or something?" Cecilia could not contain it anymore "What the hell! Don't be rude Olivia. I just wanted to congratulate you on your 'feat'." She let the words hang in the air and anyone could read the sarcasm laced in it.

"Rihanna.. Bella casted Olivia a hateful expression and closed the door behind her, leaving the two alone... As soon as they were gone Olivia pushed Damien away from herself and sent a slap to his face.. *** Anita had a grumpy expression on her face as Aldrin scolded her.. "You shouldn't have done that honey..I know she gets on your nerves but... Anita shot him a look "But? she's your girlfriend? huh?" Aldrin sighed in defeat, he gave up trying to argue with her because he'll never win this conversation over.. "Old master, old Mrs..you're back from your trip?" Anita and Aldrin shared a brief look and suddenly sprang up to their feet..

She has to escape! “Madam! Madam Olivia?” Rose’s voice brings her back to reality and she involuntarily turns her gaze at her. For the first time she notices Rose properly. She is a beautiful girl in her early twenties! Elder to Olivia off course but yet she is very sweet and looks the same age. Her face is just as innocent as she is. Her pink lips are thin and prominent, in contrast to her dark brown skin and deep black eyebrows. Her face is oval and she has medium length black hair and thick and long eye lashes. When she smiled, which she often did, she had two tiny dimples that added to her beauty! For the first time Olivia realised that despite her dark skin, the girl was a genuine beaut

Her blue eyes moved, searching for any hint of a lie in Tristan's blue eyes. "What are you looking at, Olivia? Do you doubt my words?" Tristan asked when he realized Olivia was seriously examining his face. "I'm just trying to see if you're serious or bluffing." A smile still adorned Tristan's handsome face. He turned his body to face Olivia directly. Once comfortable, he spoke again, needing to clarify this matter. "If you like watching TV or gossip shows, you'll see that it's always Sebastian Edwardo Martin in the headlines, not Tristan Quartararo."

“Does it look like I care Olivia? Now tell me how you got this video?!” Olivia shrugged, applying a product go her hair. “How do you know it was me who posted it? It could be a maid who ease dropped.” “A made who bears Olivia Russell and has more than fifty thousand followers on her social media account?! My patience is slowly slipping Olivia, tell me the truth!” Olivia sneered and harshly threw the cream in her hand to a corner. “Because I want everyone to know who Camila is! She is NOT my sister and I will not let people keep on assuming she is! So I posted the fvcking video.”

Surely, his pack members wouldn’t try to interfere. “What the hell is going on?” she shrieks, waving her hands around. She looks like she has been crying. Mascara streaks mark her cheeks, and her blond hair is messy. Her red dress is wrinkled, and her handbag keeps slipping down her arms as she throws them around dramatically. Oliver narrows his eyes, not flinching at her shrill voice. “I suggest you go and find out for yourself. Robert’s in there and will give you the details,” Oliver says coldly. There was no hint of emotion in his voice, his body rigid against mine.

“You don’t have that scar here. Was it because of the lip piercing?” “Not from the piercing. No.” He chuckled and shook his head, “I’ll tell you someday, Doll.” “Will you wear a leather jacket for me?” I asked, batting my lashes. He flicked my forehead without giving me an answer. Party-pooper. I looked at the other picture and paused. “She is beautiful,” I muttered, seeing Olivia’s face holding baby Caleb in her arms. She was American, with dark brown hair and darker eyes. Her cheeks were rosy pink, and a diamond glinted on her left hand.

CARL. Olivia's face is gorgeous. She has one of those faces that are not doll-like, but rather, sexy and representative. Yes, those faces represent life and wisdom, no matter what. They represent the ability to love and to claim when they need some love nearby. And there she was, Olivia Quintero completely naked before me, inside the shower of a five-star hotel on a stunning and touristic island of Venezuela, after making love, with that sparkling look and that redness from the past excitement and the movements, my movements and my touches, my fault all her reds on the skin, that shaved, beautiful, and preened, was the wrapper of a precious and desirable body.

Olivia pouted moving closer to Ria. Ria swallowed hard. Her grip on the cleaning brush tightened. “I didn't consider it would be difficult cleaning this big place but looking at your fatigued self, I really feel bad for my actions," Olivia muttered, faking a sincere face. Ria rolled her eyes seething in anger. She knew it was all fake, but she couldn't do anything; any word she said would only be used against her. Olivia had her way of making her look like a bad person.

His face looked empty. He stared into my eyes like I was just a stranger he needed to get rid of. It didn’t feel like him at all. “What did you do to Aiden?!” I snapped at Olivia, taking a step forward even though my legs felt weak. She tilted her head and pretended to be innocent. “Nothing. I didn’t do anything to him,” she said lightly. Then she laughed again—a sharp, wicked laugh that made my skin crawl. “I only told him the truth about you. Who you really are. The true Aristea.”