روايات وقصص ضمن Olivia Lambo X

Olivia crossed the room and set one of the two flutes of sparkling juice down before lowering herself into one of the two guest chairs. "Thanks. How's the jet lag?" Noemi picked up her glass and sipped. "I am so tired." Olivia slumped in her seat. They sipped their juice for a moment, both openly studying the other. Olivia was a pretty girl with sun streaked blonde hair, freckles and tanned skin that spoke of a lot of time spent outdoors. She was that type who didn't need to wear a bit of make-up to look gorgeous either. Scarlett had mentioned Olivia's backpacking all over the place and she looked the part from her worn, slip-on shoes to the jeans worn through with holes Noemi doubted had be

"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.

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’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?”

, 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”!

“Okay.” Tabitha closed her eyes and slowly turned around. When she stopped, she pointed at the 2021 Lamborghini Sián Roadster, a deep red with a black interior two-seater. There are only 19 made in the world. “Great pick, sis. Jenkins, we’ll be taking the lamb.”

Xaverio commanded. Olivia took a deep breath and exhaled quickly. It's not that she didn't like the outfit Xaverio had chosen. She loved it. It was plain white with feather embellishments on the front. The problem was that the dress was too revealing, not only showing Olivia's arms and neck but also her shoulders and upper chest, supported only by very thin spaghetti straps. "Olivia..." Xaverio impatiently called her, and Olivia reluctantly opened the dressing room door to show her appearance. "Wow..."

"Thanks, this is Lamborghini, “I replied with a smile. “Oliver, how do you know a Lamborghini?" Judith asked jokingly, glancing back at him dotingly. "My classmate’s daddy has a Lamborghini and a Rolls-Royce, and he usually drops him off with them," he declared happily. "I thought you said he was two years old," I asked sarcastically. "Yes, two years and two months old. Too smart for his age.". "Mommy, I'm hungry," Olivia said, waking up.

Olivia Black / Liv (28) Job: Professor Assistant at NYU (New York University). Graduated in business from University of Chicago Personality: Outgoing, Independent, Friendly, Bubbly, Productive, Low Self Esteem, Caring. Looks: Long wavy blonde hair, Almond shape green eyes, fine pointed up nose, plump lips, curvy, 5’4, 88kg (195lbs), White but Tanned skin. Stretch marks and cellulite, small scar on right collar bone. Small tattoo of a butterfly on her left hip.

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.