Velvette X Vaggie Novelas e Histórias

"Give a call to Stella, then. I'll drive you guys home." So, Felicity immediately dialed Stella's number. Ten minutes later, the three of them stood in front of a Koenigsegg. Felicity said with a disappointed face. "I thought we were going to sit in a Bugatti Veyron." Trevor replied with a straight face. "The Bugatti is a two-seater, and I won't be able to drive you home with that." Felicity was speechless. 'Well, it looks like we have a new member in the vicious tongue group!

She would also have a conversation with Xavier about the gifts, since they had only just met and, in her mind, he was still a stranger. “We are family. No need to be so polite. You are welcome,” Xavier said, looking at both Kate and her mother. He wanted Vangeline to understand that he was serious about them becoming a family. He hoped she felt the same. The two adults looked at one another again. Vangeline bowed, then turned away. At that moment, the necklace around her neck, which held his ring, glinted in the light. Xavier didn’t say anything, but he knew—it was truly her, the woman from his birthday party, and not Stella. He was blown away as he watched her leaving. She in his eyes was a

Xavier said as he stepped on the brake pedal and stopped in front of the main lobby of the Deverell Apparel building. Karina unfastened her seatbelt and looked at Xavier. "Thank you for giving me a ride. I'll let you know if we can have dinner together tonight." "Alright, Manager!" Xavier said and laughed. Karina chuckled at her new nickname and got out of the car, watching Xavier's car leave the lobby area. After Xavier's departure, Karina's eyes were drawn to a familiar car, Viggo's black 911 Targa 4S, parked in the executive parking area.

Beautiful, but forbidding, with a hint that entry did not come with any guarantee of exit. Vixen was not a delicate flower, and in her twenty-six years of life, she had learnt that there were some people that just had decayed souls, and that the law only went so far towards controlling them, but Gregory was a good guy, for all his shady side. She trusted her sense of people, it was what made her a good Domme, and had never led her astray. She parked the Ferrari neatly between a Maserati and a Porsche. Nice, she thought, wishing she could take a snap for her social media, but the owners of the Maserati and Porsche probably would not appreciate it.

She looked exactly like what she was,a caged animal. When the doors opened, the penthouse revealed a world built for obsession and power. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed the city in all its glittering glory. Italian marble reflected crystal chandeliers, while walls boasted art that could belong only in museums. Everything screamed wealth and dominance, every detail a reminder of her imprisonment. “Welcome home, Mrs. Castelli,” Vincent said. A tall, elegant woman emerged from the shadows,silver hair in a perfect chignon, black dress expensive enough to blind the eyes, and cold eyes sharper than razors.

(Marcuez Vega) Vega was a 45 years old man, with a handsome manly face and brown haired with streak of white compliment his seasoned looks, with 2 meter tall and 120kg of pure muscle, he looks both charming and imposing. "You still looks the same Vega..and you still haven't changed your car…". Vega stands his pride car which he never change for 30 years, a vintage Cal-style Volkswagen with over sized chrome rims. Imagined a giant driving a small car, it's quite off putting.

The vintage cars parked up in one corner of the huge forecourt. She walked over, her pulse quickening at seeing one in particular.She walked around it and touched it reverently. "It's a 1951 Bugatti" Amanda jumped minutely.How did Xavier do that?Creep up on her when he was such a big man?She looked at him warily and took in properly that he was dressed in jeans and a casual shirt.Her pulse sped up, and it had nothing to do with the car this time.She looked away, willing down the heat that threatened upwards.

She was driving a top-of-the-line, limited-edition supercar—a Bugatti La Voiture Noire. ‎"OMG! It turns out that Mrs Vance is a low-key tycoon!" Lucas eyes widened even further. ‎Damien’s eyes darkened into a stormy gaze, and he slowly clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. ‎"Follow her!" ‎

"Look at it closely." Valerie bent over and looked at it. "Oh okay, so there's a 'V' on top and a 'W' at the bottom. Is that supposed to mean something?" Julian asked in exasperation, "Do you not know what car this is?" Valerie nodded. "I see lots of people driving this around. It probably isn't that expensive." "Remember this, Valerie. This is a Volkswagen Phaeton." Valerie nodded. "Is this more expensive than my husband's Black Badge?"

She cursed silently but he heard her and flicked her forehead. "Is that your way of saying I missed you hubby?" Xavier giggled ignoring the glares from his wife... "No-" "Ma'am you need to see this ..." Cecile and Serena were in the front seat of the car... She handed over her tablet to Kendall... It was a video from the dashcam of her Lamborghini Aventador... Xavier had insisted they take another car while the guards rode that car, and it turns out he knew they were gonna try something funny... "The Aventador is being followed by two strange cars, we have successfully managed to fool them..." Serena said with a cold face..