Olivia Cheng Feet Novels & Stories

I challenged her, eyes narrowed onto her beautiful face, trying to force them to stay off her delicious tits. “It's not,” she scuffed, and my dick instantly responded. It's not every day that a girl feels brave enough to get smart with me. “Is that so?” I demanded, leaned my head back and watched as her sexy body swayed along with the music. “Yes,” she informed me, trying to sound confident, but when she looked up, our eyes locking together, she lost her confidence and stumbled in those high heels she was wearing. They probably belonged to Megan. I can't remember ever seeing Olivia wearing anything more than an inch. The only heels she has ever worn in her life were those shoes that people s

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 hear a female voice through the intercom. “Rebecca Corvino?” I ask shyly. “Yes? Who is this?” The woman asks. “It’s Olivia... Corvino...” I reply. The building main door opens. “Come on in, Olivia. 11th floor,” The woman says. I step inside the building and walk to the elevator. My hands are shaking as I press the button. Once I reach the 11th floor I walk to the apartment 112. Rebecca is already waiting for me under the doorframe. I recognize her immediately, she has the same eyes as Stefan. She is so pretty and tall, like an elf, her blonde hair sparkles. She smiles at me with the same kindness as Agatha and embraces me effusively.

Shimmery white fabrics and flowers are used for the decoration. Olivia is wearing a black bodycon dress that hugs her figure like a second skin. There is a slit that runs the length of her right thigh that ends just below her upper thigh. Her straight hair is combed to one side. She is wearing red lipstick and little makeup. Her feet are sitting in Stone-studded black stilettos. She is looking breathtaking. She made her way downstairs.

She deliberately placed me in an awkward position. Olivia rose gracefully, extending her hand: “You must be Sophia Lane. So lovely. I’m Olivia, and I’ve known Ethan for many years. I hope I’m not intruding.” Her voice was soft and pleasant. Her hand warm and gentle. I barely managed a handshake, fingers icy. “Hello, Olivia.” My voice was dry. “Call me Olivia, not Miss Chen,” she said with a gentle smile, pulling me to sit beside her as if we were old friends. “I’ve heard so much about you from Aunt Vivian. Ethan’s busy; if you feel bored, we can go shopping or have tea anytime.”

Olivia's POV I faintly revealed a slight smile. I reached out to take the white sneakers and quickly put them on after looking down. After putting them on, I realized that the shoe size was exactly the same as what I usually wear. I'm not tall, but I'm not short either. With a net height of 6.2 feet, yet my feet are only size 5.5. People who don't know me well wouldn't know this. After changing my shoes, I glanced at Alpha Zander and thought to myself, 'Now I understand why his ex-girlfriends still praise him even after breaking up with him.'

Olivia watched her now coming off the tennis court, having won yet another match 6-3, 4-6, 7-5. Nineteen year old Olivia had always been in awe of Roberta. Often she had stood still, staring at the older woman as though fascinated. She's as far above me as the stars, thought Olivia. She's all I would most like to be. Olivia's mind was constantly reverting to her. Striking-looking, tall and finely built, she might have stood as a model for a Juno. Her long red hair glowing in the sunlight.

“Doctor, he’s injured. Please help him.“ “Hey, Sis Liv…” Olivia walked back limping, but her right leg was extremely overworked. It was in pain and stiff at the same time, and she could not control it anymore. Suddenly, she fell into a pair of familiar arms.

she looked down at her feet, humiliated. “Get away,” Olivia let her go with a jerk. She stumbled a little but composed, holding the table. She nodded. Tears blinded her eyes. She took Cleon, slowly walking into her room. She didn’t know why Olivia was so angry; if looks could kill, Athena would’ve been dead and rotting,

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