Olivia Rodrigo Body Novels & Stories

*BYE GRANDMA* Time for the introduction, Olivia Rose Summers is seventeen years old turning 18 in a few weeks. She was originally from this city but the truth was that this was her first time of coming to the city. She’s 5’3 in height with moderate weight; not plump and not thin either. Olivia has shiny black hair and her eye colour; chocolate. Her grandma always told her she looked like her mother and this has always made Olivia confident in the beauty aspect so speaking about looks, she has never felt insecure about her looks. She has a picture of her mom and she was one of the most beautiful women Olivia had ever seen.

I have heard of that before but Luis never used it because he wanted me to feel the pain every time he was with Ava. I went through the rest of the clauses when my eyes widened in surprise at the last one. “What is this?” I asked him as I pointed it out to him. He glanced at it before he leaned back on his chair. “Isn't it enough? I will add another million if you want.” his words were like a needle that pierced my heart. I have never felt this dirty in my life, even when Luis would force himself on me, I felt disgusted, but right now, I felt dirty as I read that clause again. Beta Rodriguez indirectly labeled me as a prostitute.

Olivia half-opened her mouth, trying to stifle a moan, but her body was so treacherous, she couldn't help but respond with desire. Olivia was in complete shock, she turned to him and with her heavy breathing, she stared at him, her eyes were eager as well as Harrison's, and with her look she challenged him. "And I can assure you that it is not!" So get your hands off my body before I call security. Olivia tried to, but he caught her with two hands, and stuck her to his body. "Call her!" Because if you don't, I'm going to kiss you and touch every inch of your body." Although Olivia resisted, in the middle of her legs, an involuntary fluid was making her fall at his feet.

His moist hair dangled over his forehead, and he was bare-chested. My eyes roamed his frame. Rodrigo was muscular; that wasn't new news, but he looked outstanding this morning. His pecs were sculptured to perfection, and some of the water dripping off his hair ran down the vertical line, demarcating his abs. His pants hung loosely around his waist, exposing his v-cut. I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild. “Are you checking me out?” He asked, dabbing his hair with a white towel, my white towel.

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 The female lead The wife to Antonio Austin's ex lover Carries a dark secret within her Brown skinned, has cobalt blue eyes, she has a figure that could knock every man out, a little plump in size, has a height 5.8Inch, weighs 60kg and also gets highly scared on hearing the word "secret" 27years old Owns an NGO and runs charity organizations Depends on Antonio and not yet established Loves children and animals Gets betrayed by her own sister and best friend, escaping death from countless enemies for the sake of love, fights a battle between a lie and truth

It's a large bed, and Roger is unconscious next to me, barely even breathing. "You have to touch him for this to work and stay the night," Olivia explains. She grabs Roger's right wrist and pulls the arm away from his body while keeping her eyes on mine. "Place your hands on his arm." Reluctantly, I do what she asks of me. My hands are trembling as I place them upon roger's olive skin. I narrow my eyes. "Roger is missing huge chunks of skin and—" I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "Meat on his bones... Do you honestly think he can heal from such an injury?"

Her chest tightened, her breath quickened, and heat skittered down her spine in an irritating, delicious rush. Focus, Olivia. Focus on the mission. It didn’t work. She saw him anyway, six-foot-two, russet-brown hair that never obeyed gravity and always begged to be threaded through fingers. A faint scar bisected his left eyebrow, the perfectly imperfect souvenir from a college rugby injury he’d once described with self-deprecating humor and a crooked grin that made her stomach cartwheel. And his body… Stop. Olivia waved her thoughts, entering her office. Even though she liked him, she can’t let him know. She just can’t let him see her weakness, because the last time she believed a man… she w

Well, if he’s going to stare, I might as well give him a little show. As Olivia put the wine bottle down, she positioned herself so her back was toward Leon and bent over to adjust things. She felt the fabric press against her skin as she moved. I’m so naughty, Olivia joked in her head. Feeling a bit of a thrill from getting this young man’s attention, Olivia leaned into it. She applied sunscreen onto her skin and made a show of stretching and posing. Then when she did her legs, she made sure they were straight out, showing off her flexibility and her skin.

She greeted James Richardson and Xavier Brooks with a cool nod, her perfect composure never wavering. James approached her, curiosity lighting his eyes. "Swift, are you on the Shadowcrest team now?" Olivia shook her head calmly. "No. I study healing algorithms, so I came here today to sharpen my skills." I pretended to focus on my tablet, but my ears caught every word. James listened attentively, clearly impressed by Olivia's presence. I could almost see him mentally reviewing her remarkable résumé—elite doctorate by twenty-five, the territory's top female racer known as "Swift," fearless in competition and extreme sports alike.