Sing 2 Porsche Crystal Mga Nobela at Kwento

The squinty-eyed man smirked slyly. Franklin’s lips curled up slightly as he gestured for them to get in the car… — The black Porsche Cayenne cruised along the bustling city streets. Its sleek body reflected the dazzling neon lights that receded into the distance. Suddenly, a loud, off-key singing voice erupted from within the car, piercing through Ernesto’s ears. He frowned slightly and, without a word, rolled up the window. "I’ll love, love, love… love you forever, la la la~"

Rose asked, tilting her head slightly, her tone calm but interested. The salesman’s eyes lit up instantly as he looked in the same direction Rose was focused. “Yes, ma’am! You’ve got a sharp eye. And yes again, this the brand-new 2025 McLaren 750S Spider — the evolution of the legendary 720S. It’s lighter, faster, and more refined in every possible way. A masterpiece of engineering.”

"But I'll come with you only if you give me a piggyback ride." "A what?" This is ridiculous. "Piggyback ride." She repeated. Seeing my stern expression, she did what she does best. Her puppy-eyes mode was turned on. "Please~ Pretty please~~" "Alright. Stand up first." I peeled my jacket off my body and wrapped it around her waist before tying it as her dress was a little short. Putting both our phone in my jeans pocket and holding her bag, I turned around and crouched down for Crystal to hop on my back. As we walked out of the bar and towards the elevator, Crystal began to wave and greet literally everyone she saw. She sang loudly and swayed, making me lose balance several times.

"Find out everything you can about a guy named Derek. He’s in Eve’s school. He's also in her class. Full background — family, records, anyone he talks to, everything. Send it to me before dawn." I hit send before sliding the phone back into my pocket. We stepped out into the lot. I walked her past the loading bay and stopped in front of the car I’d had dropped about two hours ago, paint shining like wet porcelain under the string lights. 2024 Porsche 718 Boxster, Chalk finish, Bordeaux leather. Clean and beautiful. Her kind of beautiful. She blinked at it, then at me. “Kyrie…?” I hit the fob. The lights winked. A white ribbon on the mirror fluttered.

"Please. Like I'd believe that. Your cheap little local ride can't be bought outside? Not even a dog would fall for that. I could say our boss's Porsche is the only one in Norleigh. Even the president couldn't buy it." She turned to Henley. He nodded, way too pleased. "It's globally limited. Top-grade South African diamonds, hand-selected, all over the car. How's some local junk supposed to compare?" Kiara snapped a few pics of the Porsche. "See these diamonds? After you hit it, a few fell off. You're paying for that." She tilted her head, fake generous. "I won't go too hard on you. You and Mr. Chatham have history. Out of respect, I'll keep it simple—ten million."

I asked hopefully. The shiny red Porsche was his pride and joy, and I had planned to drive it as if I had stolen it, maybe even do a few doughnut spins on the lawn. Grayson closed the door after him and made a “humph” sound in the back of his throat, suggesting 'fat chance'. He started the engine, and an eighties rock ballad began crooning from the speakers. Grayson turned the volume down so we could hold a verbal conversation without having to shout above the music.

There was no one, except the long-lit corridor staring back at me in silence. The searing pain that Crystal felt after witnessing David with another woman was swiftly overtaken by an unfamiliar, yet blissful feeling, and she tried to assert her dominance over me through a series of internal howls. Suddenly, the sound of thunderous engines echoed from below as I peered over the balcony to see a row of sleek sedans parked at the estate gates. The door of the third car flew open, revealing the shadowy figure of a man with silver hair and a tall muscular build.

since she auctioned some pills. When the six birds saw the Pink Crystal Card, their jaw dropped. Pink Crystal card contains 500,000,001 gold coins to 1 billion gold coins. No wonder Soheila could lend that amount of money. After giving the crystal cards, the shop attendant excused himself. "Oh, my gosh, Soheila. I didn't know that you have a Pink Crystal Card. No wonder you didn't even flinch when you bid a while ago." Sirene said.

Then he saw her. A delicate female. Fair skin. Bright eyes. Soft features. And beside her Two males. One seductive. One sharp and striking. A rare combination. He raised the price. “100 black crystals.” Clar hesitated. Quick mental calculation. It… hurt a little. “Can it be cheaper?” she asked carefully. She wasn’t good at bargaining. Never had been. Luna didn’t hesitate. Before she could say more Clink. 100 black crystals landed on the stall. “Take it,” he said calmly.

And for the very first time, Singto saw a tint of pink on Krist’s cheeks. “I really want you Singto…. Every single part of you.” Krist said this as he scanned Singto’s body with his eyes lustfully. Letting his desires go by fully exploring Singto’s body after given the permission to do so, left Krist wantin more. “Krist, I honestly don’t know if I can do that just yet—“