Romance Esportivo Novels & Stories

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

I said as I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the escalator. 💊 Alex's POV 💊 We stood on the escalator as it moved up and then we walked to the section of women's clothing. An attendant walked up to us. "Bem-vindo à seção feminina da vila do shopping" the lady said. "English please" Jasmine said. "Oh sorry" the lady apologised. "Welcome to the female section of the Shopping Mall Village, I'll show you around." "Sure" Jasmine said and she quickly followed the attendant while I followed from behind.

I’m here inside the car waiting for Wence to come because i need him. I need the warmth from his body that giving me, I can’t get over from this warmth. When Wence arrived inside the car he immediately kiss me, thank god that i park my car far from houses. His kiss are making me want more of him, I feel my body is burning up in sensation that his touch gave me. “I want you inside me” i seductively said and he ripped my dress and removed my bra he start sucking my breast like it’s producing milk, He looks like a baby that craving for milk.

I finally opened the garage and Elaine fell silent, her body landing softly on the floor as her eyes behold what’s inside my garage. “Choose which one of them you want me to ride.” Or do you want me to ride you, dearest snow flower? Remus only laughed at that thought. I pointed at a gold Lamborghini with no roof, perfect for a ‘ride with the wind’ date night according to her; a red Ferrari that is patiently waiting to be used for a car sex, still according to her words; a midnight blue Porsche Carrera, headlights flickering as I click its car key which she did not utter any comment.

I don’t tell her I offered to drive not out of kindness, but because the adrenaline of seeing Arthur is making me jitter with nerves, and I don’t think I can sit still in the passenger seat. Still, there’s no arguing with Bess once her mind is made up. We buckle into her RX061924 model car, which for Bess’s homely and modest appearance for where she lives, this car is wildly out of place. This is the newest sports model car with the fastest werewolf engine. I strap on the seatbelt, which seems like a very pathetic defense against the speed and power of this car. I see Bess give an amused look out of the corner of my eye.

I raise my brows, shaking my head. “I didn’t say that,” Ismail says smiling sheepishly. “Whatever, let’s go and close the deal.” But I come to a stop when I see something amazing. “Oh, my God! Is that a Lamborghini Aventador S 2019, with 8,400 rpm horse and a top speed of 217 miles per hour?” I squeal when I see my dream car. “Wow, I can see you really like this car,” Ismail says. “Like it? I love it! I love this car.”

except for me — He said. I grabbed his jaw and kissed him, it was a short but sweet kiss. — I'm going to win the next race — He told me as he kissed my neck. — Why are you so sure? — I asked. Hayden thrust into me. — Because I'm making love to you here, and this is the car I'm going to use — He said. I smiled widely. I loved how cute and romantic Hayden was, he made me feel so special, so unique, so his.

Rebecca said. Estelle immediately stopped her and said, “There’s no hurry. Focus on your driving. Safety first.” Rebecca then remembered that Ingemar had introduced the cars of that brand to her a few days ago. But she couldn’t recall the brand name. “I only know that the car is of a luxury brand. Would it be a Lamborghini?” Rebecca said with uncertainty. “No, it doesn’t seem to be a Lamborghini. Maserati... Porsche... Ferrari... Oh, God. I can’t remember it!”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3 !gap-3.5"> "I get front," Dante announces, and shoves his brother sideways hard enough to win it. Enzo does not go to the back seat. He wedges himself into the gap between the front seats instead, both elbows finding surfaces they were not designed to occupy, his shoulder pressing against my arm before I have even started the engine. The interior of the car now smells like the ground floor of a department store. The cologne saturation is complete and total and there is nothing to be done about it.

Ephraim, Dante's designated driver, bowed his head slightly in understanding and walked away. Dante's eyes settled on the new sports car that he had just purchased. It was a sleek and black Ferrari. Although he wasn't much of a car geek, he liked flashy and beautiful things; and the Ferrari was a beautiful machine. Getting into the car, he revved up the engine and the purring sound it emanated was pleasure to his ears. Without much ado, he backed out of his garage and tore down the driveway and through the large electric gate which sealed off his property.