Olivia Sage Nude Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He rasped, sitting there in his wheelchair wearing only sweatpants. Shivering, I gulped and looked down at the floor. Footsteps drew closer to the top of the stairway to see what the disturbance was about. Especially since their Alpha was upset. “Oh, it’s just Mikayla,” Sage blearily acknowledged, half-naked in his boxers. Tattos of forestry were on his hands and crept up to his neck and chest, and his straggling sandy blond hair a mess. I blinked as I took in his eight pack muscular frame.

Olivia said while Grabbing the sides of her head and then sliding fingers down the cheeks, "Okay, let's go. I am in." I wrapped my arms around myself and led towards my bedroom and picked up a white sweatshirt and black jeans and my favourite white sneakers. I pulled my dark brown hair into one French braid. I only put on Babylips lip balm. I prefer my face makeup-free; it doesn't need any makeup. I grabbed my backpack and placed my credit card into it and reached out to the living room. Olivia is lying on one of the couches in the living room watching a random movie while munching chips. She is in blue jeans with a yellow tank top and a denim jacket over it. Her black hair is in a ponytail.

Suddenly Nana asked when Olivia had just approached her. Olivia stared irritably at Nana, making those who were being stared at only showed a smile by showing rows of teeth. "If asked, look at the conditions and the time," said Olivia, "what if I suddenly have a heart attack?" Nana laughed. "You've gone too far, Olivia. By the way, where have you been? Olivia took a deep breath. He shifted his gaze to the direction opposite to Nana. "None of your business," Olivia replied modestly. Nana gasped.

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.

From powerful red to pleasing calm shades of green, Leanna Ortega never disappoints. She is trying her best not to look way longer at Sage than appropriate, but who is she kidding? She basks herself with Sage’s gorgeous visuals. “Some things really don’t change, huh?” That made her laugh for the first time all day, but did not bother to look away or shy away from the fact that she is gawking at this man in front of her.