Olivia Lambo X Novels & Stories

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.

“Yes, how did you know? He also has freckles all over his face. They were pretty, but him? He was rude.” “Yup, sounds just like Jim,” giggled Elan. “He's the proudest, most obnoxious Omega on this side of the plains.” “What else did you do? Who else did you see?” “This cute guy named Liam,” gushed Sam, “ he was really nice and showed me where the baked good were. He also gave me a lift to the town hall and taught me how to set up for the event. It was really fun being in his company, because he was quiet and very respectful.

Said Arabella casually. A sinister smile graced his face. “Metallic black hypersport lykan with my name plate.” He said with a wide grin on his lips, as if both of them were waiting. “It’s worth it,” “Which part is worth it?!” Arabella squealed in annoyance. “A total of three things you can only get an ordinary lamborghini at most.” Alessia looked at them not knowing. Shaking his head as if he didn’t accept the bargain. “You guys challenged me, Girls. Come on, you’re not poor. Don’t make your face look like you can’t afford it.”

Her voice broke through the morning stillness, tentative yet probing. "Did you know Glow Girl changed its brand ambassador?" She asked, her tone laced with barely concealed urgency. Xavier didn’t look up from his breakfast. "When did that happen?" His query was casual as if discussing the weather. "I got an email yesterday," Olivia replied, the edges of her words tinged with bitterness. He took another bite, the red juice of the strawberry staining his lips—a mocking echo of the makeup that painted hers. "Well, I'm not surprised they did," he said, the indifference in his voice sharper than the knife he wielded.

Xander shrugged. “Cut your losses man, I learnt a long time ago it’s pointless arguing with the Lombardi women.” Enzo chuckled. “Wait till you make a Lombardi woman of Olympia and they all join forces.” Xander smirked, but when Enzo failed to respond he frowned, “What’s wrong?”

He goes on one knee. Olivia doesn't move in the spot she's standing. Her head is bent and her fingers are twisting and untwisting against each other. I can't figure out what she's thinking these days. Her wolf is maturing quicker making it harder for me to read her thoughts now. “What are you doing?” Cathylene is done with Harinth. “Uh–” Liam stutters. “You will do that later. Whatever the hell you're doing right now. Take this photograph first.” She grabs Olivia to the photo stand. Liam carries her on his thighs as he sits.

Olivia declined, "I'm sorry, Ms. Dion. Liam and I don't drink lattes." Liam surprised both by accepting the latte and said, "It's fine. I can drink it." Then, Liam opened the door to the backseat and gestured, "Hop on." Blake replied, "Thank you." Liam usually sat with Olivia, who acted more like his personal assistant than an editor. Their website was once a little-known literary platform, but after Liam's debut as Xander Gale, it outperformed many renowned sites in earnings. With expansion and its own sales channels, the site is not a leader in literature.

Every line is aggressive. “It’s kinda nice,” she says. Kinda nice. I nearly stall the engine out of offense. “Kinda nice? Seriously?” I glance at her like she just called the Mona Lisa ‘cute’. She obviously knows absolutely nothing about cars. Which means it is my civic duty to educate her. “This,” I say grandly, patting the steering wheel, “is the newest Lamborghini. Custom-made. My devil child. Built for road and racing. Handcrafted violence.” The engine hums as if approving the compliment.