Alpha Limousine Novels & Stories

“Shall we go?” “Yes, please,” Chastity said as she took his arm. **** Julian sat in the limo next to her. The driver closed the door. It was a nice night. Every star shined in the sky along with a full moon. The driver wasted no time pulling off. The limo looked like one of the ones in the Beaumont fleet. It seated at least ten people; black leather seats, a moon roof mini, a mini bar, etc. Chastity cleared her throat to get his attention.

“Our limousine’s early. You’re ready to go?” I gathered my bag, the only belonging I’ve brought with me, and followed Roland. I gape at the cherry-red limousine. At the luxuriousness, and the beauty, at the...fact that my brother is now probably an Alpha and has the power to send an escort and a limo. The drive to my apartment was quicker than I expected. Or maybe it was because of the comfort the limo’s interior offered. The limo pulled up to my apartment building in a heartbeat. “I'll wait here, Farrah.” Roland whistled. “Just grab what you need and leave what you don’t want.”

Then, the ground began to vibrate. A roar like a mechanical beast echoed off the alley walls. A matte-black Lamborghini—a limited-edition "Shadow-Runner" used only by High Alphas—screeched to a halt behind the BMW. "Whose beast is that?" Jason gasped, his eyes widening. Madison craned her neck, her greed palpable. In the Citadel, a car like that was a symbol of absolute power. The driver stepped out, ignored the BMW entirely, and walked straight to Logan.

Adira and Chadwick ride on a long white limousine on the way to the event hall. The vehicle is a large luxurious chauffeur-driven sedan that has a glass partition separating the driver’s seat from the passenger compartment. There are super comfortable seats which were laid out in a bench-like manner inside the limo. It has sitting capacity of 8-18 people so tall man like Chadwick has enough legroom to stretch out as much as he likes.

"He was being held off by Mr. Moris and the others. He sent me to protect you until it’s safe here. We gotta get out of here fast." *** "Are you sure this won't cause any trouble, Alpha?" Julius, the Beta, drove the Rolls Royce at lightning speed. The last time I rode a Rider was in two years since Alpha Alastair’s white limo. I'd only been in the back passenger seat for fifteen minutes, and I was already feeling sick. Mythril was also feeling restless all the way.

And why the fuck did you have to make things so hard? This time Leo allowed them to be driven to the restaurant and Amber felt like a fucking queen in the back of the limo sipping on bubbly and watching the city through tinted windows. She’d only been in a limo once before, and that was on a job, a private booking entertaining some men for the LEDA Corporation. It was nice to be on the fucking other side for a change. Though she knew the lights could blind her if she wasn’t careful. She couldn’t afford to live her life looking through tinted glass.

He nodded his head and smiled at her, then he held the door open to allow Alicia and Shirley to enter, and once they did, he carefully shut the door behind them. "Damn!" That was the first word that came out of Shirley's and Alicia's mouth when they entered the car. The limousine is sleek black with a single red stripe around the bottom. It looked squeaky clean, as if it was a new one, or it hadn't been used a lot, or someone scrubbed and shined it every day, but the exterior was nothing compared to the interior. The interior was something else. "So this was what she meant when she said our ride was here," Shirley said to Alicia.

She’s wearing a sleek black dress and the pearl earrings I gave her. When her eyes meet mine, I look away. After what happened earlier, I can’t bring myself to pretend that everything is fine. “There are a few staff joining us, so we’ll be taking the limousine tonight,” Alpha Emery announces Limousine, huh? I guess that makes sense. We’re quite a party tonight. We make our way outside where a white limousine waits in the driveway. Damn, it’s massive! I’ve never ridden in something like this before. We climb inside and the ride to the Sharpe estate takes around twenty minutes.

As they stepped out of the plane, the crisp sea breeze welcomed them, carrying the scent of salt and adventure. Liam escorted Isla to a luxurious limousine waiting on the tarmac, its sleek black exterior gleaming under the setting sun. The car was an evidence to Liam's wealth and status, and Isla couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as she stepped inside. The interior was spacious and elegantly designed, with soft leather seats and a fully stocked bar.

he said, his eyes traveling slowly from my face down to my silver heels and back up. "You don't look so bad yourself," I managed, trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach. "Where are we going that requires formal wear?" "You'll see." He offered his arm. "Shall we?" A sleek black limousine waited at the curb, complete with a uniformed driver who opened the door as we approached. "Seriously?" I whispered to Alexander. "A limo?" "Tonight is special," he replied, helping me into the plush interior. The drive took us through downtown Los Angeles and toward the harbor. As we approached, I spotted dozens of luxury cars and limousines lined up, dropping off passengers dressed in their finest.