Sexy Olivia Rodrigo Novels & Stories

"I've spent my whole life surrounded by people who wanted things from me. Who feared me. Who pretended to care. But you—you didn't even know who I was. And you were still the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen." I couldn't breathe. "Diego—" "I know it's fast," he continued. "I know we barely know each other. But I've been watching you for three months, Olivia. I know you love to read. I know you write poetry when you think no one's watching. I know you rescue stray cats. I know you hate parties. I know you're terrified of being trapped." He smiled. "I know you." "How?" I whispered. "How do you know all of that?"

She whipped out a box of Cadbury, specially imported from Mexico. Olivia’s drastic change in character shocked her greatly. The way she acted, her movements, her sly smile knowing she was doing something wrong. It unnerved her greatly and her, she remained poised and ready to play this role. Harold’s scowl morphed into a sharp scowl. He knew an insult when he saw one, “Did he put you up to this?” She blinked, “Who?” “You know damn well who.” “My husband?” She chuckled softly, gearing her drill even deeper, “He’s out on business. I’m here on my own accord. We could be allies you know?”

Olivia: Of you? Olivia: Why would I be? Masked Number: Mia Castro.

Talk to you later. [Olivia] 💦

Maya barked out, "When you're with me you do not say that word! Got it?!" "Y... yes," Olivia stuttered out in fear, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that." "Hmm," Maya grumbled, then spanked Olivia hard again, "Get on your hands and knees whore." Olivia climbed off Maya, accidentally dragging her knee against Maya's big, ebony breasts. Then she got onto her hands and knees while Maya rummaged in a wardrobe. Olivia marvelled at Maya's body. It should have been obvious given he name, but she really did look like Maya Jama, the celebrity.

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.

Olivia said to him angrily because those words had been hunting her for a very long time; it’s made her feel she wasn’t worthy enough to be married to anyone, and that is why she doubted Theo’s feelings for her. “It was just exciting? It’s filled like a hide-and-seek in which I am the one in charge. I was just excited about everything; it was never about your body.” Olivia heaved a sigh and folded her hand very tight in a fist; at the moment, she really wished she could give him a punch on his face. She clenched her teeth as she saw a smile escape his lips, although he tried not to make it so obvious, but she could see that he was enjoying that moment. “You’re crazy.” She said and swallowed

Instead, a sudden, sharp pang of jealousy sliced right through her chest, taking her breath away. She knew exactly who Olivia was, and more importantly, what she was to Hunter. Olivia Rothschild was an internationally renowned, breathtaking A-list actress—and ironically, she had used to be one of Maya's absolute favorite celebrities until today. Months ago, back when Maya was still frantically begging Holiday for an exclusive interview and digging up every shred of research on the elusive Titans captain, she had uncovered the archives. She knew the whole history. Olivia was his ex. His high school sweetheart.

Tara’s expression turned icy. She did not expect the dumb girl to have a smart mother. However, she was able to regain her composure and feigned a smile. “Congratulations, Sonia. When Mrs. Ross is done with Sylvia, you will finally be able to be with Tristan.” “Tara, I actually called wanting to ask you how to capture a man’s heart,” Sonia asked with admiration. “Master Odell divorced Sylvia because of you and even tussled with his mother for so long, yet he’s still together with you. He must love you to death.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and clicked one of them. A younger version of Jamie, without a single thread covering her skin. Two large male hands fondled her naked breasts and slid up to her throat, gently pressing around it and dipping a finger into her mouth. “Eddie … please … fuck me, baby,” she pleaded. Gabriel slammed shut his laptop, there are things you can’t unsee. But the sound was still playing, her sighs and his groans, he had to re-open the laptop and turned it off. “Fuck!!”