Olivia Lambo X Novels & Stories

It seemed like Lady didn't have any thoughts of a romantic nature towards the boss. Suddenly, he felt that the boss was a bit pitiful. ... The Maybach was an off-road vehicle, suitable for rugged mountain roads and grasslands, but it couldn't compare to a Pagani in terms of speed. Oliver was still speeding through the city, the mute black car body raced along the coastline like a roaring beast. However, the irritation in his heart was growing instead of decreasing. "Come out for a drink." Isaac was shocked when he received Oliver's call.

Xavier hurriedly ran towards her, then said, "Can I have one of the cars before you go crazy with them?" She gestures for him to follow her to the underground parking lot where there are almost 50 cars in total. "Pick the car that you like, and I'll bash the next one beside it," Latton yelled at Xavier. Xavier glanced at the different luxury cars in the parking lot and was thinking of getting a sports car, but when he got in the Mayback Exelero he found it small as he couldn't properly move his legs. After hours of searching, he chose the Phantom Mansory Conquistador, and beside it was another Rolls-Royce Phantom which Latton started hitting with the golf club. Although Xavier is aware of wh

It was parked a few meters from the elevators, straight to the floor's support pillar. The dark Lamborghini had the power to minimize everything around it, making it the focus without much effort. The tinted windows, the matte black paint and the wheels accompanying the entire black structure were the perfect closure to declare the power. The woman walked slowly, looking at the car as Evans opened her door. She was wearing plain clothes, light jeans and a spaghetti strap T-shirt. Despite the poorly produced clothing, Lora Lins had an unsurpassed beauty in her. The red strands were loose, framing her face and matching the color of her shirt.

Jase is the one who is driving while I and Olivia sat in the backseat, and they actually make a great team on teasing me. Olivia wears an above-the-knee yellow knife-pleated skirt which revealed her white long sexy legs and a black crop top she topped with a blazer. She has a long dazzling earring and she tied her blonde hair in a ponytail. She’s tall and her outfit suits her. Olivia can literally pass the standard of being a Barbie doll. I just wore a red mini tube dress that I also topped with a black blazer and paired with pointed high heel shoes. I smelled the aromatic scent of sauvage cologne in the car and saw Jase spraying some of it to himself.

Olivia's moans were increasingly heard, the atmosphere in the car was also getting hotter, their car was seen moving from the outside. But who will notice that and they don't care about that either. Olivia kept moving on Liam's lap, with sweat on her body and Liam's face had dived into Olivia's chest, he left lots of red marks on her breasts. "Mmmphhh..Liam..aaahhhh..ffuckkk..nnghhh..i love you.." Olivia kept moaning while pumping Liam's dick.

Marco raised a brow from where he stood in the corner, arms crossed and scanning every aisle like someone might pop out with a rocket launcher. We made it halfway through the boutique before Olivia found a tiny pair of boots. She held them up with a slow smile. “Oh no,” she whispered. “They look like yours.” I leaned closer. “Matching father-son footwear. Put them in the cart.” “They’re baby-sized mafia boots,” she said, eyes gleaming. “This is ridiculous.” “And yet you’re smiling.” She rolled her eyes and dropped them in. We were almost done. Almost. She’d picked a mobile with tiny lambs, I’d picked out a car seat that could probably survive the apocalypse, and Marco had managed not to kill

Evaris Lounge, A black Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, pulled up In Front of the night club, with Olivia and Morgan walking out of the car. Nicholas was already ahead of them, pushing away the piles of press, who were gathered with the flashing light of their cameras. Olivia suddenly became tense, her palms becoming sweaty as she looked away from the camera. Her face can't be shown in the news headline, only that way would be fine even after ending the contract with Morgan.

It was not long before Tiffany’s friends reacted to Charmine’s obnoxious words. “Charmine Jordan, you’re like a dog fighting its owner. Can’t tell what’s good and bad, or a chalk from cheese? Tiffany was kind enough to give you a ride. How could you say such things to her?” “What are you barking on about, you adopted kid? This is a limited edition Lamborghini Sesto Elemento, priced over forty million with only twenty available worldwide. It’s a blessing for you to even see it!”

It was parked a few meters from the elevators, straight to the floor's support pillar. The dark Lamborghini had the power to minimize everything around it, making it the focus without much effort. The tinted windows, the matte black paint and the wheels accompanying the entire black structure were the perfect closure to declare the power. The woman walked slowly, looking at the car as Evans opened her door. She was wearing plain clothes, light jeans and a spaghetti strap T-shirt. Despite the poorly produced clothing, Lora Lins had an unsurpassed beauty in her. The red strands were loose, framing her face and matching the color of her shirt.

Both Artemis and Oliva had their hair tied up, and their wills steeled up, were now standing inside the ring. Dollar Twenty smiled when she saw the two stepping inside the ring, "On one side we have the 23-years-old Olivia Richards, the daughter of the honorary clan elder, Mr. Adam Richards of the Phoenix Gods. Miss Olivia Richard has been trained by her father all her life and is known by her peers to have a great talent for swordsmanship. Her skills are even acknowledged by Mr. Dev Bakshi."