Olivia Lambo X Novels & Stories

Moments later, Olívia’s voice cut through the silence of the mansion. “Liam! Give me my phone back right now!” she shouted, appearing in the hallway wearing a white robe tied at the waist, her hair still wet, her breathing fast. She rushed down a few steps, furious, her bare feet striking the marble. “You have no right to take what’s mine!” she continued, her voice thick with indignation. “Your jealousy has crossed every line!” Olga jumped to her feet in alarm. “Olívia, my dear, please calm down,” she pleaded, trying to reach her. “You can’t get this upset—it’s not good for the baby!”

Like really red. “Luna,” I bow slightly. “I’m the future female Beta, no longer a Princess.” Olivia giggles, “Well technically I’m not a Luna anymore. I’m free.” Olivia extends her hand and I shake it. There is a jelly like substance on her hand. “Oh, I’m sorry, I have really dry skin, that must be my lotion,” she smiles. “Not a problem,” I rub it in. It’s very strong perfume smell. Odd for a wolf.

Everywhere she looked, bright blue afternoon sky stretched as far as she could see; a great silence reigning over the environment to be punctuated every few seconds by the sound of waves crashing against rocks below. An island, she realised. Olympus was located within a mountainous island. Olympus's location wasn't the only thing Megan found to marvel at as the open space where they had emerged was the size of a football field. In fact, it was built to resemble a football field. Now, there weren't any green turf or white marked lines to be seen; or even the spectator seats, for that matter. But anyone with half an architectural sense would see that the bowl shape of the space which seem to f

“That’s good. Lyla can go to school normally now. “How is the atelier?” “It’s fine. We’ll talk details in a bit.” “Alright.” Olivia turned her head, sat up straight, and looked forward. She cracked her neck and was startled when she suddenly saw a figure in the rearview mirror. She looked back again, only to realize that another person was sitting behind her. “Xavier? Why are you here?” Xavier looked sad and sighed. “Pheebs, you have been talking while looking at the backseat for so long, yet you haven’t noticed me? How sad.”

She blinked, her brain struggling to process the sight sitting at the bottom of the marble stairs. There, bathed in the golden light of the California sun, was an orange Lamborghini. It wasn't just orange; it was a vibrant, electric hue that seemed to glow from within, a shade of citrus fire that demanded every ounce of attention in the driveway. The car’s sharp, aggressive angles and low-slung body looked like a piece of modern art—sleek, dangerous, and impossibly expensive. Vivienne’s breath left her lungs in a sharp, jagged gasp. Her hands flew to her mouth, her eyes widening until they ached.

"But you have a car that's barely six months old. What do you need another car for?" "It's none of your business, okay?" She hesitated before continuing. "All my friends at school are driving Lamborghini and I'm still driving a two-year-old model Mercedes. I've asked Dad for it and he's being stubborn. But you know your way around him. The same way you extort money to send to your family, convince him to buy me the car." Her lips quivered in amusement but I knew she was dead serious. "I can't do it, Olivia. I can't convince your dad to buy that kind of car."

"I'm glad you like it. Now, go check out your new car." Nova practically skipped over to the Lamborghini, her eyes wide with amazement. She gently opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. The interior was just as luxurious as the exterior, with custom pink leather seats and high-tech features. She ran her fingers over the steering wheel, taking in every detail. "Oh my God! This is insane," she whispered to herself before letting out another delighted scream.

Calmly, she asked, "Are you using the Westwood exclusive custom-made fragrance?" Olivia proudly displayed the perfume bottle from Westwood's exclusive line, using it to refresh her scent. Lately, she had been carrying it everywhere, all to show off. "I didn't expect someone as unsophisticated as you to even know about Westwood. Take a look at this bottle. It's a luxury item you probably can't afford," Olivia retorted. "Is that so?" Lana remained unfazed, extending her hand towards Olivia. "Let this country bumpkin have a look, then."

What was Mary Sullivan’s problem? Wasn’t it enough for her to text Xyla Quest and yell at her? Was Mary actually waiting for Xyla in front of her house? Xyla’s good mood instantly went away. Her good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly while the calm expression on her face also disappeared. Speeding up, Xyla drove her red Maserati all the way over to the pink Lamborghini and stopped next to it. Very soon, Mary got out from the Lamborghini.

I moaned, grabbing her hips to stop her, but Livie was quicker and started to open my pants, her eyes widening when she touched me for the first time. “Wow!” She exclaimed "Mark, I Hmm, I don't think I can handle the size of this thing inside me.” “Thing?” I gasped when her fingers encircled my dick "You don't have to worry about that right now, babe, but I read that you stretch yourself. Little Marky will come in.” “It has nothing little!” She squealed taking off my pants and underwear "Holy Christ of Mercy!” She exclaimed seeing me for the first time. “You're making me feel uncomfortable, Olivia. I think you're still drunk.”