Olivia Rodrigo Perfume Novels & Stories

Noticing that sudden change in her, I moved back up to her face leaving soft kisses down her body in the process. "All good?” I asked with rapid breathing. "Yeah ... it's just ... I couldn't help but think about my smell..." She said looking away from me. "Olivia" I mumbled placing my right hand under the elastic of her panties. I felt her tensing again, but she didn’t move away from me "My love, from the little I perceived, I can tell you that you smelled incredible, and also... Baby, I have nothing to compare you to. No matter how you smell, it will be perfect for me.”

Clara said, taking out a perfume bottle from her purse. "Clara, where did you get that?" Olivia asked, wide-eyed, as Clara showed her the fragrance. "Surprised? This belonged to Ava... it was the favorite perfume of that human. Tonight, you'll have her sweet scent, and I doubt the Alpha will reject you." Clara replied, spraying several drops of the perfume on Olivia's body to make her smell nice. "There... now you're ready," Clara said confidently, looking at her friend. "If the Alpha finds out you stole..." Olivia swallowed hard, fearing the consequences.

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

The scent of luxurious perfume, and sound of polite conversations, and the tinkling of wine glasses pervaded the air. Olivia descended from the McLaren F1, by putting out a sleekly heeled foot first before the next. The guests all turned to stare as she walked in with the lethal grace of a lioness. Her beauty was ravishing, it made the elites gape in wonder. She was exceptionally beautiful and her hair bounced as she confidently walked to the seat meant for her. She watched proudly as Ivan opened the ceremony and acknowledged important people present, including the prime minister.

The black car pulled up smoothly in front of the clinic’s elegant facade. The driver stepped out quickly and opened the rear door. Olivia emerged slowly, smoothing the long white dress printed with delicate blue flowers. The fabric clung lightly to her body, accentuating the soft glow in her clear eyes. Her hair fell loose in perfect waves, and the faint scent of jasmine drifted into the warm afternoon air. “Wait for me, João,” she told the driver. “I’ll be coming back with you.”

Gavin's answer made my entire body freeze. Next week. "Olivia is wrapping up her exclusive collaboration with Chanel before returning to oversee the expansion of her luxury fashion house between Paris and the Philippines." Gavin continued speaking. "She called me last night. She'll be here for my birthday." So they really were talking again. His ex. A bitter laugh nearly escaped my lips. Olivia Valencia. The visionary behind one of the world's fastest-rising luxury fashion houses. The woman whose face had appeared on the covers of Vogue, Harper's Bazaar, and countless magazines I could only admire from a distance.

They always wanted to win Olivia's crown as a woman, if Olivia didn't give them the amount of money she wanted. "Don't ..., not now," softly Olivia who kept running accompanied by tears that wafted freely in the strong wind. "Oh my God ..., let Olivia be happy for just a little while. Olivia doesn't want to fall prey to the hunger of those three perverted thugs! Help Olivia, God!" asked Olivia during the running steps ***

His eyes were almond-shaped, neither round nor slanted, adorned with thick, naturally curved eyebrows, like a sculpture. Olivia struggled to swallow hard, gazing at the handsome figure in front of her. At the same time, Ignazio silently observed Olivia. The girl's skin was rosy white, clean without blemishes. Her nose looked perfect on her face. Her lips were a rosy pink, the upper part pointed, not thinner or thicker than the lower part, her chin round and adorable, and her neck was slender. Ignazio could smell the subtle scent of the girl's body, trying to guess where the fragrance originated. Was it from her shampoo or the perfume Olivia wore?

Olivia's POV "Sara?" I knock on the door of the room where she was. "What do you want?" she asks, still not inviting me in. I enter without being invited, taking a deep breath to follow my plan. I walk up to her and offer the perfume I'm holding in my hands. "My peace offering," I say. "Just arrived from Paris. They don't sell it here yet." "No, thanks," she gets up and leaves me talking to myself. "What if it's poisoned?" she says angrily.

However, after thinking about it, it might not be good news, and her mood dropped again. "Hello?" She answered the call, a little tired. "Lily, you…" Olivia seemed to have something to say, but when she heard Lily's tone, she stopped and asked, "Are you okay?" "I'm fine. What's the matter?" Lily cleared her throat and questioned. "Nothing." Lily did not know if it was nothing or if Olivia was not telling her something because of how she was feeling. After a pause, Olivia said, "Oh, the email I mentioned to you before was about the request for a customized perfume from Yudonia."