Luxuria Novels & Stories

Without wasting another moment, and not giving it another thought, Stacy searched for room no 706. As she found the room, she swiped the white card and the doors opened. She entered and saw there was no electricity and saw there was a holder beside the door which looked like the card's size. She put it on the holder and the room lit with light. A smile spread across her lips because it was the first time she entered a royal suite. The room suddenly looked royal. White paint with designer carvings on the corners of the walls. The bedroom was detached from the drawing room and there was an open kitchen. The whole room had golden lights and the couches looked classic with the maroon color. It w

“Yes.” The door closed and I was left locked up in this luxurious condominium unit that screams a symphony of sophistication and modernity. The expansive living room sprawled out with a meticulous blend of warm hues and plush textures, creating an ambiance that whispered of affluence. The floor beneath my feet was a canvas of polished marble, each step resonating with a subtle echo of prestige. A modern chandelier of crystals dangled from the ceiling, cast an ethereal glow across the room.

Opening the door shock stuck Khuraan when he saw Ecca standing in front of him. “So?” She was leaning against the bathroom door in a red lingerie. Ecca lifted her one leg exposing her bare thighs while her boobies were scantily hiding. “Liking what you are seeing?” Her words brought him back to reality, and Khuraan gulped hard. He could already feel blood gushing towards his lower abdomen. Heck! After all, he was an incubus! Lust was his middle name!

This was game on. The first real clash came that same afternoon. I was in the creative lounge—a glass-walled space with whiteboards and comfy chairs—running my tagline options past the junior writers and a couple designers. The concept was simple but bold: Luxe wasn’t just makeup. It was power. Desire. Unapologetic femininity. My favorite line: Own the gaze. Clean. Strong. Memorable. The juniors were nodding, excited. Then the door opened, and Lucas Kane walked in, coffee in hand, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that were annoyingly distracting.

Halfway home, I told Gregor to take a different turn. “To where?” he asked, taking a quick glance at me before turning back to the road. “There’s a place I want to stop by.” He nodded without questions. A few minutes later, we pulled up to Luzé, one of the finest designer boutiques in the city. It was the kind of boutique you go into and never want to come out of. It was the kind I had pictured for Rain. Luxe was a big building, with a floor-to-ceiling glass, white interiors, and clean gold trims. Understated but dripping wealth. I wanted Rain to build up her brand first, then she’d be up there contending with Luze and every other brand.

The private express elevator ascended into the heavens of Manhattan with a breathless, silent velocity. When the polished obsidian doors finally glided back, they revealed a sprawling, multi-million-dollar sanctuary of high-fashion digital luxury. The penthouse sky-lounge was a masterpiece of metallic brocade fabrics, deep burgundy velvet textures, and towering glass panels that looked out over a sea of shimmering city lights. A soft, ambient golden luminescence cast long, sultry shadows across the room, catching the pristine crystal decanters and the sleek, dark marble surfaces. It was a space designed for absolute power and exquisite vice.

His hot, heavy breath sprayed directly over my bare, un-mated glands, sending a violent, electric shiver racing straight down to my thighs. “If your definition of ‘luxury’ satisfies me,” Lyall whispered, his voice dropping into a low, predatory purr that made my skin tingle with a terrifying heat, “I’ll not only mark you... but I’ll also show you exactly how hard a ‘starving’ man will work after being treated.” Fuck! I cursed furiously, my mind spinning into chaos. My pale face instantly erupted into a burning, vivid crimson. This wretched, cunning rogue didn't care about the mark at all—he just wanted to get to his "luxurious accommodations" right now!

Well, only luck can tell. Luxuria is the new name of her fashion line. It will be different from Fontana. Fontana is a brand made for the wealthy people. This time Luxuria will not only cater to the rich but also the middle and lower class customers. “Have you already created a plan, Miss Harrison?” Abby asked while driving them out of the mall’s parking lot. “Yes and I wish to meet get a deal with Lois as soon as possible. I want to discuss few things with him before I can start.”

So I swallow the lump in my throat and say, “Built upon a land once owned by the Virtus family—.” Papa’s smile freezes. I ignore it and increase the volume of my voice. “—Lux City is a premier entertainment for the elite.” Papa is frowning in disapproval, his stare cautioning my word choice, and so I nod and add, increasing in speed with each word, “50 gaming tables, 150 presidential suites with an in-built pool and jacuzzi, 3 four-Michelin star restaurants, a golf course, an alpine ski resort….” The slides reel as fast as my words.

“Exclusive club. Tonight.” I blinked. “What?” “Arian and I won this stupid game last week,” Solange continued. “Long story, involves trivia and a very drunk promoter. Anyway—we got access to LUXE.” Eva’s eyes widened. “No way.” “Yes way.” “Isn’t that the place with the velvet rope and the models?” Eva asked. “And the price tags that induce cardiac arrest,” Arian added, sliding into the conversation from behind Solange. I frowned. “Why are you telling me this?”