Olivia Rodrigo Wallpapers Novels & Stories

“It’s a date she wrote down behind her creepy poem book or sketchbook whatever.” My jaw dropped. “how do you know that?” “I have my ways,” Sienna sniffed. I typed it in. The screen flashed. Buzzed, Unlocked. “Oh My God,” Maya whispered. I stared at the home screen. Olivia’s wallpaper was a picture of… A picture of— “IS THAT YOU?” Maya shouted. “No it’s not.. it’s— It is? Oh My God that's me . That's my back. She has a picture of my back?”

Antonio spat coldly with an icy glare, making Olivia back away a little. “Wh-wh-what!?” Olivia exclaimed, stuttering. “Fine then, since you won’t take me seriously let’s go check the CCTV footage.” “There’s no need for that.” Antonio said in a flat voice. Antonio pressed a button on his table and the door opened behind Olivia. She turned to see Ricardo enter the office with a large tablet and an even larger smile. Olivia felt uneasy. Ricardo asked Olivia to take a seat as he dropped the tablet in front of her and played a video of familiar surroundings. The sound of loud moaning and grunting filled the room.

Natalia passed Olivia a questioning look that asks what the problem was, Olivia just shrugged, indicating she has no idea. Joel scrolled through some pictures on his phone and when he was done, he turned the phone towards Olivia. "Have a look at this picture and see if it wasn't you in there" Olivia took the phone and keenly looked at the picture.. It was a picture of Joel and they held each other like real lovers. She observed lady in the picture and noticed the slight resemblance between the both of them. She has a round face and the lady in the picture has a round face too.

Olivia had already covered herself with a white blanket and was getting ready for bed after turning off all the lights in the room. Olivia opened the gallery on her phone and opened a secret photo album inside. There are several pictures of him and also Patricia and Jason taken today. Olivia smiled softly as she scrolled through the rows of photos on her cell phone. Olivia's hand stopped shifting after seeing a photo where Margareth was in it. "I'll try to help you as much as I can. We'll really get out of this and win. We can do it," Olivia mumbled quietly. The woman had returned the menu on her cellphone as before then placed the cellphone on the table which was right beside the bed.

I set the transformed werewolves bodies on fire and let them burn to the ground before following the rest of the pack back to the palace. • We got to the palace and I was greeted with a Panicking Olivia. She ran to me and hugged me tight. "Thank the moon goddess you're back. I was so scared," she said still hugging me close. I hugged her tight to myself. "You do not have to worry anymore. It's all over now," I said and she pulled away from my arms and looked at me. "Rodrigo?" She asked. "Dead," I replied without emotions. "My.. father?" She found it difficult to say.

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

“Have someone from the magazine contact my team,” Olivia said, resting her chin in one hand, a bright smile playing on her lips. “We’ll find a time to shoot. I’ve seen ‘Fan’ before. It’s actually pretty interesting. It would be my honor to be on the September cover.” Layla was stunned. “Wait… seriously?” Olivia gave her a lazy squint, half-amused. “Why would I lie? I quite like you too. I’ve heard plenty about you. Begonia’s name has been floating around for a while now.”

The great advantage as a wolf was that wounds could heal up themselves. “Ooh totally forget about that I guess I'm quite the unlucky one” he said bitterly. I had no idea what he meant and I wasn't ready to ask either. Derick seemed a little relaxed, “What's your name?” he asked suddenly. "And where are you from? What pack?" My heart pounded in my chest. I had to think fast. “My name is Olivia,” I replied smoothly, forcing myself to meet his look. “I'm from the Silver Moon Pack.” I lied, I didn't have a pack after all so I had to think of something

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?"

What hope did I have if any, that the prince would look my way if women like her were always around him? “Mind your business Rodrigo, a slave should have no business poke-nosing in elite matters, that's how slaves get their noses sliced right off,” Olivia spat acidly, baring her teeth as her eyes flicked from the woman I could feel standing behind me to my face, the hate in her pea-black eyes surprising me enough that I backed away as she stormed past, knocking her shoulder painfully into my collarbone. “What the hell was that?” Lori whispered fiercely as she strutted over to me with Anya’s hand laced through hers, her caramel brown eyes widened with what I was beginning to think looked more