Olivia Hye の小説・ストーリー

“You don’t have that scar here. Was it because of the lip piercing?” “Not from the piercing. No.” He chuckled and shook his head, “I’ll tell you someday, Doll.” “Will you wear a leather jacket for me?” I asked, batting my lashes. He flicked my forehead without giving me an answer. Party-pooper. I looked at the other picture and paused. “She is beautiful,” I muttered, seeing Olivia’s face holding baby Caleb in her arms. She was American, with dark brown hair and darker eyes. Her cheeks were rosy pink, and a diamond glinted on her left hand.

Unlike her sister, she had no makeup on her face but she was still breathtaking. " I'm 19 years old. I can cook, clean, and I hate commotion." She finished. Alexander snorted at her brief description. The waiter soon arrived with their orders and they dug in. " Well, as you know, I'm a billionaire. You're going to have to deal with it because the paparazzi are bound to follow the both of us around." Alexander leaned back in his chair. " If it's for my partner then I can try." Olivia sighed. Her statement amused Alexander.

OLIVIA "Yes, Alpha." She gave a slow, slightly off-kilter bow from the seated position, her voice completely flat, like she had absolutely no energy left to perform anything more. I thought you were going to say something dramatic? Yara mocked. I might just say it and die. No Ollie, we have a mating ceremony to attend! Yara laughed. Olivia didn't wait to see his expression. She pushed the door open and stepped out. Vulcan followed her shortly.

Olivia was surprised to know that she was not Gary’s daughter. Raina bent over to the bar counter holding a bottle of liquor and crying bitterly as she asked impatiently, “Who are you?” Olivia sat next to her and smiled. “Miss Hill, I am Olivia Lopez, Edward Wilson’s girlfriend.” “Oh, it’s you! Are you gonna be Charlotte’s step mom? I must warn you, be careful of her. She is a ****! That woman is conniving, calculating shrew. If she were not such a scheming woman, then how could she become the Wilson family’s heiress?” Raina said through gritted teeth.

Leaning forward, Olivia whispered sensually. “My name is Olivia Wilona.”

Olivia yelled at Narcissa and Tristan. “You,” she pushed Narcissa and Tristan behind her standing as a shield, protecting her like Athena carried some disease. “Don’t come close to my daughter or my sons. Stay away from them” Olivia grabbed Athena’s arm tight. Athena was too shocked to react, and Cleon started crying amidst the chaos. Athena gulped her saliva down as Olivia looked intimidating. “Murderer and a gold digger,” Olivia yelled in Athena’s face, digging her sharp nails into Athena’s arms and scratching the skin.

he commanded us before leaving, his tone leaving no room for argument. A short break came after, and Hunter also excused himself from the judges' table. The two men disappeared behind the stage, clearly off to handle the aftermath of the wardrobe malfunction. "Classic, that's how you get revenge on a bitch," Olivia said, confirming that she had orchestrated the entire humiliating incident. "How could you do something like this to someone?" I asked, flabbergasted by her ruthless behavior. My mind was racing with disbelief and a sense of moral outrage. "How? I told you, Lily. I'll do anything to stop anyone from pursuing my men. If you think I'm the bad guy, then you're mistaken. You don't kno

He goes on one knee. Olivia doesn't move in the spot she's standing. Her head is bent and her fingers are twisting and untwisting against each other. I can't figure out what she's thinking these days. Her wolf is maturing quicker making it harder for me to read her thoughts now. “What are you doing?” Cathylene is done with Harinth. “Uh–” Liam stutters. “You will do that later. Whatever the hell you're doing right now. Take this photograph first.” She grabs Olivia to the photo stand. Liam carries her on his thighs as he sits.

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.

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