Olivia Lambo X Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“10k$ if she doesn't.” He instantly nodded, seeing it was a fair deal. He handed me the key and stepped aside. “Come on, baby.” I got into the car and settled her on my lap, so she could feel the wheel. The Lamborghini's doors swung upwards, revealing a sleek interior. The design was even more exquisite than the exterior. Smart as ever, Violet ran her tiny hands along the edge of her seat as if testing the originality of the leather… so dramatic. I helped her in, settled her right on my lap, so she could have a feel of the wheel in motion. I started the car, revving the throaty engine to life, as a deep rumble filled the air. The kind of noise that doesn't pollute.

"A person? That's the vaguest answer I've ever heard!" Brandon leaned forward, his food forgotten. "Is he your mate?" His eyes darted again to the parking lot, where he could see the sleek dark green Lamborghini with its distinctive scissor door partially open. The man's long leg was visible, casually extending outside the vehicle as he waited. Everything about him – from the exclusive car to his powerful physique – screamed Alpha superiority, making Brandon's stomach twist with envy. "You said earlier you didn't have a mate," Olivia reminded Natalie. Natalie dabbed her lips with a napkin. "Not yet."