Olivia Lambo X Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"I'm here to check on you, Ms. Cadwell! After all, it would be downright rude of me not to visit you when you've been sick for so many days." Gone was the once-beautiful Xyla, now reduced to a shadow of her former self; she was pale, emaciated, and with most of her hair gone. Noelle tried to mask her astonishment behind a bright smile. Crossing her slender legs, she sat in a way that screamed "high society". Xyla's attention was immediately drawn to the Lamborghini key on the coffee table. The striking logo seemed to be taunting her. She was well aware that Quentin owned a Lamborghini that was worth over a hundred million dollars, but she had never had the chance to drive it.

"How is this even possible? How can you possibly be her?" "I really must be on my way, I'm already running late. But I suppose I can't refuse the car, it would be impolite to decline." Astrid remarks. With a press of her car key, Astrid summoned forth the Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, a testament to automotive ingenuity. The supercar, an embodiment of design brilliance, responded with an almost theatrical flourish. Its iconic gull-wing doors unfurled elegantly, as if guided by an unseen hand, revealing the opulent and powerful interior concealed within.

"You have a keen eye, signorina. This model has not hit the market yet. I designed it myself. It's an Aquila X." Actually, I have two keen eyes . . . plural. I thought as I hopped in. The airline business is expanding into luxury motorcars. Impressive. To my absolute horror, I locked gazes with that wretched woman from the bathroom again. She looked like she wanted to stab me in the heart. But as soon as Cosimo sat next to her, her crazed expression transformed into that of a cute doe-eyed lamb.

he fired back, diving into the laughter with me, our voices weaving together like a perfect harmony until the gate suddenly rolled open with a low, hydraulic purr. A sleek purple Lambo purred through the gate, tires kissing the glass driveway with a whisper before it braked in one flawless, silent stop beside us. The driver’s door lifted upward in one smooth motion, revealing a woman who looked like she’d walked straight off a Vogue cover and into real life. She perched there like royalty, radiating an aura so elegant and intimidating it could silence a room with one glance. Damian’s storm-gray eyes stared back from her face, piercing and soul-searing, the kind that stripped you bare without

A few digits in the license plate. Her jaw dropped. She pointed at the car, stunned. “That one… is it for Layson? Or Dexter?” The driver replied respectfully, “Miss, the Zeppelin is yours. That Lamborghini over there is for Dexter.” Adela nearly choked on her own spit. A Lambo?! Talk about flashy. There was no way Dexter would drive that thing. Between the two, the Maybach was clearly more his style. She imagined Dexter seeing her car and burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.

, I tell him. “No way”, says Liam. “Pink Lambos are super rare”. Amory hands him her phone with a picture of her car opened on it. “Can I drive it”? She just shrugs before telling him, “I don’t care. I like Spin’s McLaren better anyway”! “Whaaat?” Liam cries out like a pansy. “How rich is this guy? He looks like an ordinary ass bum”!

“I’ll be back. Until then, be an awesome Luna and lead your pack. You’ll do great.” I sniffled and wiped my tears. “You really are awesome.” I replied. Olivia whipped her short hair over her shoulder dramatically. “I know, I’m such a fucking Dalai Lama.” She joked. “Same wisdom, just more swear words.” I giggled while Olivia nodded to Alessandro. “You take care of her.” She said. Alessandro nodded. “I will.” Something glittered in Olivia’s eyes. “Oh I know you will.” She said. “If you don’t, I’ll shave your eyebrows off and tell everyone that wants to listen that you have a wiener the size of a peeled crayfish, is that clear?”

Olivia said with a sly smile. I stood wondering why they decided to go with lousy rhymes that didn't even match so much with each other, but the most painful part was the fact that Caleb stood there—completely silent, while Liam, who didn't mean anything to me, did his best to stop Olivia's bullying. “Oh, I thought you were talking about how much lube you need,” Liam said simply. I saw the surprise register on Olivia's face at the interruption. “She buys it in venti-sized tubes too,” Liam added, making me snicker lightly in response.