Daniel Ricciardo X Reader Novels & Stories

said Daniel to thunderous applause from all the guests. Zeline turned and glanced sharply at Ricard, she intended to loosen her grip, but Ricard held it. Ricard is also seen tightening his jaw holding his emotions at his Daddy's words that he doesn't even know. "You lie!" Zeline hissed. "For God's sake, I don't know anything!" press Ricard. "Please go up to the stage, my beloved son, Ricardo Fello Daniello," called Daniel, but Ricard still stood motionless from his place. Meanwhile, Zeline tried to release Ricard's hand.

he sighed and went out. While the anna couldn't help and laugh with her all her heart out. Daniel gazed at her as if he is going to kill her but anna ignores his gaze and was still laughing. After staring for a while he got up from his seat and went out of the library, he went to his room change his clothes and went to parking, and took his current favorite sports car Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita. (** Only two Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita were ever made .)

I said. "He's such an asshole, you know, leaving a beautiful wife behind after having a miscarriange," he said. "Should I relay your message to him?" I said, flashing my bitter smile at him. "You know, we made a bet that you can't stay longer with this kind of life, I betted for just six months but you continued to surprise me and stay with my Boss, longer than six months now" Daniel said. "What kind of bet?" I asked him. "If I won I will have his Ferrari but if he won then I need to give him the Montero back but it looks like I'm gonna lose now," he said.

“Hey, you! There’s Mr. Garcia waiting for his lady friend. Chop, chop!” Daniel rolled his eyes and put a cold beer against his forehead for a second before closing the fridge. “I’m going, I’m going. Can’t he pump his own gas? Rich asshole.” He walked along the shelves, but just as he was about to put his sunglasses on, he saw the Mercedes Benz in all its glory. Sleek and designed for speed like the modern lady it was named after, the convertible almost blinded him with sunlight reflecting off its silver body. Daniel’s eyes already strayed to a slim figure leaning against its side. The driver didn’t look like someone who belonged in a beat-up place such as this. Dressed in a pair of well-fitt

The Better Place Chapter Ten. Meanwhile, Daniel Romero Arrived at his Grandparents Place in his Sportscar after dropping off his Assistant, he was dressed in Casual Clothing of A Jeans Trousers and a white sports top, anyone who saw him now would be able to believe that he was the CEO of Raising Stars!

“Thank you so much for choosing my club.” Daniel smiled like he was having the time of his life. “It’s our pleasure.” “I’m Rico Montoya,” the man added quickly, straightening his jacket. “I’ll call in the girls right away.” “Yes, please,” Daniel said easily. “With drinks.” “I won’t be drinking,” I cut in, already scanning the room. Rico nodded fast. “Yes, sir. Of course.” The girl on his arm hadn’t stopped staring at me. She tilted her head slightly, lips parting, tongue brushing over her lower lip like she expected it to do something.

They walked a few blocks and reached one of the many event displays where cars were being showcased, drivers were signing autographs, and fans mingled with their idols. "That's him," Lucy pointed to a tall man in his forties with a cheerful expression. "Sebastian Ricci. Multi-time champion, now a coach. His drivers have won the last five years. Everyone wants him, but he only works for Lancia—they say it's his best friend's team. He's pretty sexy, a bit older, but sexy. Why? You interested?" Alexandra smiled and shook her head. "No, not at all. Just curious," she replied—but by then, her decision was made. "Lucy, two questions: how much would you charge me for the next nine months of rent? A

“What if I made a mistake?” Her expression softened perfectly, beautifully like she’d practiced it in a mirror. “You didn’t,” she said. “You chose us. And we chose you.” Hector’s phone buzzed. He checked it, eyebrows lifting. “Well,” he said, smirking. “Looks like the Italians aren’t as invincible as they think.” Isolde stood, moving to his side. “What is it?” “Matteo Ricci,” Hector said. “He’s alive. Barely. Still in Texas.”