Olivia Sage Nude の小説・ストーリー

A few wavy strands of her hair were left unruly, swinging like black flower bells in the garden. Celestine had long eyelashes, Keli only applied a bit of mascara to show them more thick. A thin layer of eyeliner making her big crystal clear eyes more killing then before. Light touch of foundation with slight ting of blush with bright red lipstick, she looked like a goddess, maybe more beautiful then goddess Aphrodite.

Olive's mask hasn't been taken off yet, "If you see me on the road. I'm wearing a mask like this, and I'm wearing clothes you've never seen before. " She paused and asked earnestly, "Can you recognize me?" "Only wear a mask," Andrew thought for a moment and asked very rigorously, "Not covering anywhere else? Like wearing sunglasses or a hat or something. " "No, just like now." Andrew took it for granted, "Of course, I can!" "..." "Olive. To tell you the truth, I've never seen anyone prettier than you. " Andrew scratched his head, "When I saw you on my first day at work, I thought you were some big star."

I heard the sound of someone suck in a breath, the direction pointing towards Aunt Aurelia. Father's fingers stilled above the dark wood, the temperature dropping lower now. “The…Sage?” Father said the words slowly, the corner of his lips firming. My lips parted, eyes drifting between Father and Rhain. It was a terrible idea, the Sage was rumored to be the oldest wolven, his mind having left him in his old age. He was nothing more than a husk that had air going through it. “It is the only way.” Rhain insisted when Father discarded the idea.

Did Seira look that foolish? Olive appeared surprised to hear her mother's recent call, especially when her back received gentle strokes from her. "Mom," she stammered. "Mom, are you awake?" She quickly wiped away the tears that had already soaked her face. Olive had fair, flawless skin and a smooth complexion without acne. Her long, wavy, slightly blonde hair added to her beauty. She inherited her mother's beauty, even though Seira was approaching forty, her beauty hadn't faded.

He was hell-bent on making it a bit overboard. Disappointing I must say, if only he knew. My makeup is light, I made sure to make it as simple as I could as I didn't even know how to do it in the first place. My hair was packed into a bun. He had wanted to send in someone to help me get dressed but I told him it was very unnecessary. The things Sage has been doing these days are very alarming. It's like he is turning into a completely different version of himself, one that I thought I'd never get to see but here we are.

For a moment, it felt like the old days before Damian and his world of high-stakes power plays. But her peace was short-lived. The chime of the doorbell announced Olivia’s arrival. Sage turned to greet her best friend, only to freeze when she saw the worried look on Olivia’s face. “Sage,” Olivia began, closing the door behind her, “there’s something you need to see.” “What is it?” Sage asked, setting the rag down. Olivia pulled out her phone and handed it to her. On the screen was a news article with a headline that made Sage’s blood run cold:

She felt Stark naked under those dark eyes. She couldn't give him the satisfaction of believing she was afraid of him. Furthermore, she smiled cutely, accentuating the faint dimples spotted on her cheeks. Olivia was eighteen, yet her good looks and figure could put her fellow girls into shame. Hair wavy and brown, eyes large and white like that of a puppy, porcelain skin smooth as jade, busty and tiny waist swaying down to a curvy and plump hips. All these were followed with smooth long legs.

she sets her hands on my shoulders and pressed her cheek to mine, "You will never find out. You look amazing by the way." "Thanks girl, no let's get you dressed up too." we walk towards the make up station. Olivia was a brunette of hispanic heritage. She was taller than me, willowy rather than curvy. Her lips were lush and red, her cheekbones high and scuplted. Her dress was modestly sexy, a flowing sheath of creamy satin that contrasted with her olive skin. She looked like a fucking supermodel and exuded an exotic sex appeal. She was a stunner, her posture had the kind of flamboyant confidence i admired.

My steps faltered, my eyes narrowing instinctively. There, under the sprawling oak tree, was Olivia. She was asleep, her body curled up on the soft grass, a book lying forgotten beside her. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting delicate patterns on her face. Her ash-blonde hair glimmered with streaks of gold, scattered haphazardly across her flushed cheeks. Her lashes, long and dark, rested softly against her pale skin, and her lips—slightly parted—betrayed the hint of a sigh.

what is Olivia up too now? hope I tried???