Olivia Sin Fart Novels & Stories

"Long story. I was banished and here I am. But I assure you that I'm not planning to take anyone's position." She scoffed, taking off her towel. "That's what everyone says until they join the Academy and become pros at blowing all shapes and sizes of cocks." "Ew! " Sara gasped loudly. "We are not whores," her sharp voice echoed across the room. Olivia's smile gave way to a frown. She eyed Sara from head to foot and I nudged Sara to apologize "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude." "Let me show you the bathroom," Olivia said to me, her smile returning.

Leon's voice asked. No! Please don't! "What he doesn't know won't hurt him." Olivia heard herself say... well, more moaned as she pinched her nipples. Fuck no!!! What am I doing?! I have never once come close to cheating! But this would definitely be classed as cheating! "Now, your turn." Drunk Olivia said in the video. What was I thinking?! Leon was the one filming, but Olivia could hear the noise of him unzipping his jeans. "Oh my god! That's fucking huge!!" Drunk Olivia gasped. "How do you walk around with that thing?!"

“NOT THE VEIL—NOT THE VEIL—NOT THE VEIL!” “It didn’t hit the veil!” Helena shouted. “Calm down!” I hurried over to Olivia and dropped to my knees beside Olivia. “Are you okay? Do you need to sit? You should rest.” “I’m fine!” Olivia insisted breathlessly. “It’s the damned perfume! What even is that? It smells like concentrated roses and death.” “It is French,” Miriam snapped defensively. “It’s elegant. And perfume does not make someone vomit.” My head lifted sharply.

When he's finished talking, I laugh for so long that I lose my breath. "Fuck you! You... you..." I hear Oliver talking and I think he's going to the bathroom. I never thought I'd have so much fun over a few farts, how can Oliver be so silly thinking that women don't fart? His father said he was a bambino... a little boy.

She had not been naked in front of so many people before and the way they watched her made her nervous, before she could raise her hands on her clothes, the old lady, running out of patience, instructed With the slight movement of her head. Quickly the two maids who had dragged her in, tore her clothes off her body one by one they feel, till she was left with nothing but her bare skin. Oliva looked down at her body, she hadn't washed for three days, and after being locked up for so long, she stink. As though they had already been prepared on what to do, a maid brought a stool and made her sit, and another came with a toothbrush and paste. To be continued

"I've always been nervous at parties, you know that, Ed." “Then, what happened at the party?” Olivia struggled to wipe her tears with the help of the tissue that Eden had just given her. She knew her secret would not last long because everyone would feel strange about the state of her stomach which would soon swell. But it shouldn't. They won't know. Only Sian would later be suspicious of her condition because the man knew the truth. “I went to separate myself from Sian. I declined him to accompany him on the podium." Olivia took a deep breath. “I wandered around alone after drinking champagne.”

Ophelia could only heard a few parts of it completely but from what she could understand Marissa was having a lot of fun and she just wanted Ophelia to tagalong but what she didn't realize it was this was not the kind of person Ophelia was. The outfit that she was wearing made her feel exposed and she didn't enjoy it much. If she were to look around with the way everyone was scantily dressed in the club her outfit was much more decent that consisted of a crop top with high waisted long Plazo pants, And yet Ophelia in her own V was the long sleeve sweater and baggy jeans good and this was not how she was. "It's ok I am having fun here!" Ophelia lied. The fact was she was highly uncomfortable

People were going to think that I am a hypocritical person! Olivia then approached me and told me to drink the lemon water that she had preparred. I immediately asked her whether anyone was gossiping about me from last night while drinking the lemon water. Even though I did not want to drink what she made, I still did as it really made me feel better. At least that brat was good for something. Instead of answering me directly, Olivia looked at a corner, covered her mouth with her hand while her eyes started popping out! She looked like I had committed a crime or something. Her reaction to my question baffled me! What was she hiding?

Olivia's teasing remark made Ruby snigger. "No, I'm not into the dance moves and all that," Ruby replied, scrunching her nose. Olivia playfully imitated her, and they both burst into laughter. "What about you?" "I'm here because of my grumpy boy," Olivia said, patting her cheeks. "The only feminine thing about me is my long hair, and even that exists because my mom wouldn't let me cut it. Besides, if I tried to dance, the earth would begin to tremble. I assure you no one wants to see me do that." She laughed, and Ruby couldn't help but smile. She felt a kinship with Olivia, as if they shared a similar perspective.

The mouthwatering scent of hot pizza, with its blend of cheesy goodness, tangy sauce, and crispy crust, whiffed into his nose, and his stomach growled in hunger. He flushed at the sound, embarrassed. He glanced at Olivia who quickly looked away from him, probably to make him feel better, although her amused face betrayed her intent. Olivia arranged slices of pizza on a plate for him, sliding the plate over to him. Before long, they had all relaxed around one another, and were beginning to argue on a very controversial topic. “You can't possibly be serious right now. They are cute creatures'' Olivia exclaimed, gushing at the image of a chipmunk that popped into her head.