Daniel Ricciardo X Reader Novels & Stories

Rejena I just met Caleb! Not going to lie, the man is even better looking in real life than he is on camera. Then there is the fact that he has read my books! I never imagined that I would ever come face to face with people that have read my books, seeing as it is on apps and not the printed and displayed in bookstores kind. I am trying really hard not to freak out at the moment, but the fact that I am holding hands with Dalon Sorrin, while meeting my favorite driver on the grid is a bit more than a normal girl can handle.

Ramirez, who combed his dark hair with his fingers and looked at Daniel through a pair of pitch-black shades. Daniel Garcia was drawn out of the convenience store as if the guy were that cold beer he dreamt of. He’d rub him all over his body, not just the forehead. He put his sunglasses on as well, not even dreaming the guy would be gay anyway. But stare he could, even at a straight guy.

He wanted to make a sarcastic remark but changed his mind. "Come on, at least you're a better protagonist than the ones in the novels I read. You didn't grab Becca's waist, gouge her eyes, or impregnate her in Jessica's place. You're not beyond redemption." Daniel looked at Ryan with a complex expression. After a while, he finally found his voice. "What are you reading? Your eyes are always glued to your phone." "I've been into romance novels lately. The plots are quite similar to your situation. Want to give them a try?"

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

The amusement in Daniel's voice immediately told me the outcome hadn't gone well. "For Ricky, anyway." I looked back toward the older Alpha. The expensive clothes. The gold. The confidence. The soldiers who clearly respected him. Nothing about him screamed ordinary Alpha. "What happened after that?" Daniel's grin widened. "A lot of property damage." That sounded suspiciously vague. Before I could ask for clarification, he added: "Ricky is one of the biggest smugglers on the continent." And just like that, the bomb dropped. I stared at him. Then at Ricky.

“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.”