Vegas Kinnporsche Novels & Stories

I didn't want to lie to Vegas, especially after opening up to me but I had to, "Let's talk about it another day, the wound is still very much alive." "Okay sure," Vegas increased the volume of his music. The car system started playing Magic Shop by BTS, and I followed and sang along out loud. "You don't look like you could love K-pop," Vegas smiled genuinely, his eyes staring at me in a way I can't explain. "I do, you don't just know me yet!" I yelled at the top of my voice because of the loud music. "Sure Angel!" Vegas yelled back before focusing on the road. We drove around in circles drinking a bottle of Spanish red wine until Vegas finally stopped at a shopping mall.

Damian Voss, 46, belonged. The South African-born tech and real estate titan had built his fortress directly on the cliffs. A sleek, modern masterpiece of glass and stone, with a glass infinity pool that seemed to spill into the ocean itself. In the private glass carport sat his Bugatti Chiron, Maybach, and G-Wagon 63 — silent symbols of a man who took what he desired. That morning, he had visited the Dawson Cole Fine Art Gallery in Laguna Beach. There, he met her.

Facing me was Ivan, and as soon as he saw me, a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Debra, did you miss me?" My honest answer to that question was obvious: even in death, I wouldn't miss you, but I didn't say that out loud.” "Have you seen my rides?” he asked, pointing at the cars right in front of us. He walked ahead of me, spinning around and, of course, attempting to be more boastful. “The red one is a Porsche 911 going for at least $300,000, while the black is the Aventador, the latest release for $430,000. Not that I expect you to know a single thing about cars.” He smiled at himself, gloating at me.

I sighed and then asked, "How about we drink some extra wine together? I think that might ease things a bit." I immediately called one of my staff to bring me a car outside the pack boundaries so I could return to where I was. New York was waiting for me. It was a Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta. This car was distinguished by its 7.3-liter V12 engine producing up to 800 horsepower, with a unique design and luxurious materials such as carbon fiber and leather. I didn’t know what to do with this girl, but she would certainly regret it when she woke up...

AVA The moment we got outside, I stopped completely. Right there, parked in front of the building was a car and not just any car, but a car with a big bow sitting perfectly on top of it like something straight out of a movie. My breath caught. “What is that?” Stella froze too. “Oh my days." I knew that car. It was a lilac Porsche 911 Turbo S Cabriolet. My lips parted. “No way…” I turned to Michael, still trying to process what I was seeing. “This isn’t-"

"I'll also need you to change that very car to a less expensive car. These cars here will draw too much attention." For three were three already parked cars before the house, a Bugatti Chiron, a Lamborghini Veneno and a Koenigsegg Agera. "Oh..." Gen thought of which of the cars he could help Natasha change. He said, "I'll change the Koenigsegg Agera to a Ford Focus if that's okay with you?"

Afterward, she continued with her patient consultations, showing no signs of letting this matter occupy much of her thoughts. … Night fell on Golden Horizon Lake in Steinberg. At the dock, a massive and luxurious cruise ship was moored. Nearby, the parking area was filled with high-end vehicles, mostly sports cars—McLaren, Porsche 911, Ferrari, Lamborghini, and more. At this moment, the distinctive roar of a sports car echoed. A black Porsche Panamera pulled to a stop. From the car, Fergus, dressed in a suit, was the first to step out. He gallantly hurried to the passenger side to open the door and welcomed Whitney, who was adorned in a stunning red plunging neckline gown.

when I went to see my car the previous night and I had nearly fainted from excitement when I saw the car. Parked downstairs in the private garage was a brand-new Porsche Macan in a sleek obsidian black. Touch screen everything. Heated seats. Custom GPS. It even had my name programmed into the welcome system Eva Rodríguez, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t take it for a spin last night, just to drive around Manhattan like I was in a movie. Windows down. Hair out. Music blaring. One hand on the wheel like I had a sugar daddy. I mean, technically…

I pressed my hip into his, my glare sending her scurrying. Dante grinned down at me. “My fierce principessa.” The night dragged, bids whispered, egos stroked. Nico wrapped with the BMW X5 Protection VR6: “3.0L inline-6, 335 hp, armored core, top speed 130 mph.” Clients buzzed, wallets itching, but we held firm, no prices yet. Let them stew. As the last VIPs filed out, Dante pulled me into a shadowed corner by the Nissan Patrol Y63, his mouth claiming mine.

Victor asked. Lora thought meticulously over her words. She couldn't let any relevant information get away. In her mind's eye, she thought about how short the time she'd spent with Evans was. Short time, few advances, many interests... - "No. We've only known each other for a short time" Minutes later, the gate of one of the garages opened to the sunny Vegas day. The days were always warm and clear, with an open sky and rare clouds. The car slid onto the track like an automobile god. It was one of McLaren's latest models, a true work of art.