Olivia Dunne Feet Novels & Stories

I raised my palm, amusement dancing in my eyes that ran over her. While the man beside her wore a casual shirt and pants, his eyes buried in his phone, Olivia was dressed in a way that looked nothing like the woman I remembered. She wore what looked like her new man’s oversized shirt, her hair gathered into a rough, untidy bun. Her lipstick was faded and cracked, and her feet, once never seen without a pair of heels, were now tucked into flat sandals, making her look far less put together than she once had.

Olivia’s POV I and Ava had made atleast five rounds through different stores shopping for clothes, shoes and every goddam thing Dante put her up to. I constantly texted Dante on my location and activities even if I’m very much aware that he could easily just track my location and find me. “Ava! My feet hurts and I’m starving” I called out to her. “We’ve only been to five stores Olivia we have more stores on the list” she said walking ahead of me with two buff guards walking just a few feet behind me.

She had lost a lot of blood and seemed like she was on the verge of blacking out. “Didn't you hear what I said? Let them go." “And what will happen if I don't? Move your car out the way, tramp.” "Mom!” I gasped. That was Olivia's voice. My heart was pounding; I looked at the thick leather boots and noticed that there were heels on them. Was this Olivia's mom? The lady ignored Olivia and from the looks of her feet, she was still having a stare down with Simon. “I will not ask again. Let them go."

Olivia crossed the room and set one of the two flutes of sparkling juice down before lowering herself into one of the two guest chairs. "Thanks. How's the jet lag?" Noemi picked up her glass and sipped. "I am so tired." Olivia slumped in her seat. They sipped their juice for a moment, both openly studying the other. Olivia was a pretty girl with sun streaked blonde hair, freckles and tanned skin that spoke of a lot of time spent outdoors. She was that type who didn't need to wear a bit of make-up to look gorgeous either. Scarlett had mentioned Olivia's backpacking all over the place and she looked the part from her worn, slip-on shoes to the jeans worn through with holes Noemi doubted had be

Olivia thought that she was more potent than Olivia. “I will go for now. I needed to go to Anaya. She's too busy to spend time with Damon.” Olivia mocked, but Luna sweetly smiled at her. She wasn't affected by how Olivia was trying to be more boastful in front of her. Luna just watched her when she felt her. Luna was smirking when she put the cup, and she ensured that Alpha Joe would see everything. –

Inside, the floors were polished to a perfect shine, mirrors lined every wall, and the scent of rosin and fresh lavender hung in the air. Olivia walked in wearing a deep navy leotard with sheer mesh panels at the sides and an open back. Her hair was swept into a perfect low bun, not a strand out of place. Clara and Ava were already stretching at the barre, their soft chatter echoing lightly in the open space. “Hey, Emily!” Ava called. “You look like a fashion editorial.” Olivia smiled. “So do you. Your legs looks unfairly long.” “That’s because she hasn’t eaten carbs in three years,” Clara teased.

"A shoe emergency. Of course." "Thank you so much!" I ran to the bathroom for privacy. I stared at myself in the mirror. How the hell did I look so put together when I'm a mess? Broke, failing school, no boyfriend, constantly overlooked. Being Fiona Simmons was not a walk in the park. But at least my phone was on for another month. Olivia's POV I love being behind the drums. No one could see my body behind all the equipment. I felt like a complete cow today! I couldn't believe I ate that whole foot long!

After a few minutes, Livvy looked my way and asked, "Can you use both hands? And don't be afraid of hurting me. You can really dig in." Nodding, I set my beer on the floor and focused on her right foot. Using both hands, I lifted it in the air slightly and then, with my fingers wrapped around the top side, I used my thumbs to push into the meaty flesh of the ball of her foot. She made a soft murmuring noise when I did it. I should mention that she was barefoot. As I worked the muscle on her sole, I discovered that her skin was exceptionally soft. Almost supple. "Harder, daddy," Olivia whimpered.

“The driver is… just… slow!” There was a long pause on the other end. “You’re not wearing pants, are you?” Olivia winced, glancing down at her not-so-impressive outfit. “Technically, I’m wearing a dress.” Lily groaned. “You’ve got fifteen minutes, Liv. Please, please don’t make a scene when you get here.” “No scene. Got it.” Olivia sprinted out the door, realizing as she did that she had put on mismatched shoes. One stiletto, one sneaker.

Emily placed her cake on the table as she types Olivia's name in the search bar. She noticed her friend requests, messages, and notifications three words away from the search bar – empty. She shrugged and entered Olivia's name. Countless of Olivia Lovett appeared in the search results but hers stood out due to her profile picture. Under the sun, she sat on the small wooden bridge with a fierce look applied on her face. The black knee-high boots she wore is paired with a black bodycon dress and a beige cardigan. Their colors, even her skin tone enhanced by the touch of the sun rays.