روايات وقصص ضمن Olivia Lambo X

What about Olivia? ***

He then turns on the engine and drives off. Cara lets her curly hair down from its bun as she lets the breeze do the rest. She is in love with this car, if the Lamborghini was a human being, she would have married it. "This car is everything," Cara yells as she lifts her hands to the sky through the opened car roof. Xavier laughs, "Do you know that Xander has the black of this car?" Cara turns to him surprised, "Really, thought your brother deals with boring cars."

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.

Because of the darkness, it looks like some black brick. I am, at the same time, partially lost in my thoughts. Olivia is a Vampire, and I don't even feel scared to be around her. I don't feel any scariness. She looks so totally human to me. Something caught my attention and just then, Olivia sniffles. "Damn! They must be trained." Is all she says before she presses more on the accelerator. This black sport car might soon be whooshing through the air at this speed she is driving. My eyes are focused on the forest. There's a movement there. I think there's someone, running through the woods and that person has a very crazy speed that they are catching up with the speed of this car.

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, becoming the focus without much effort. The dark windows, the matte black paint and the wheels accompanying the entire black structure were the perfect closure to declare power. The woman walked slowly, looking at the car as Ethan opened its door. She was wearing ordinary clothes, light jeans and a thin-strap t-shirt. Despite her poorly produced clothing, Blair Collins had an unsurpassable beauty. The red strands were loose, framing her face and matching the color of her t-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."

She washed her hands and then rushed towards the door. "Olivia, wait! I will go with you. We can go in my car" I said pleadingly. I want to be close to Olivia. She might see Amanda as her best friend but I see her as mine, I never had one. Olivia nodded and I dragged her to the family garage. There were expensive cars parked with various SUVs, Lamborghinis, BMWs, Ferraris, sports cars, corvettes, and the ones I did not recognize, I took a minute to admire them all.

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

I throw my palms up in surrender. “Bitch,” she mutters, chuckling, already dropping her gaze back to the glowing screen. At least she remembers to pop the bonnet of the Huracán Spyder. The faint scent of leather and expensive perfume drifts out when the latch clicks open — that special, expensive-brand-new car smell. “Damion sends his regards,” she says suddenly right behind me, making ME jump this time. “Jeepers, woman — don’t do that.” She hands me the groceries, and I concentrate on fitting them all into the small boot space, like a puzzle — because Lamborghini clearly believes luggage space is for peasants.

I said all in one breath, too embarrassed to spend another moment with them. …. I made up an excuse to come home earlier than scheduled but there is some truth in my excuse as I did become a little sleepy with all the pampering. However, all my sleep vanished, my eyes popping out of their sockets as we went up the long, curvy driveway, bringing me closer and closer to the gorgeous, shiny Lamborghini Veneno, just like Xander except that this one was white in color compared to his charcoal grey one and it also had a big red velvet bow on it.