Nama Red Velvet Novels & Stories

I can't be this way when I have an important client to attend to in an hour. I dig into the paper bag to find two boxes inside. Opening the first one, as mentioned, there are two cupcakes that is my favorite flavor. But they're in green color as she called it ‘green velvet’, fit for a Hulk. Halfway through the first cupcake, I open another box wondering if they are also the same as this or a different kind- the one I've always preferred which is the ‘red’ velvet. But my munch stops at the sight of a silk eye mask. Fuck. "Turn around, we're going back to the penthouse."

In front of everyone, he offered it to Emily, "Try this? The best cake in Sandviken." Emily internally scoffed at his childishness but accepted the cake without a change in expression. Having only eaten lunch that day, she was famished and didn't care whose cake it was. Besides, she was a stranger to this group and unlikely to cross paths with them again, so she wasn't bothered. She tasted the cake, finding it delightfully soft and sweet but not cloying, perhaps the best red velvet she'd ever had. Undeterred by Ronald's public slight, Haley Bertie even smiled at Emily, asking warmly, "Do you like it?"

“I think I’ll go with that. And maybe a few daisies to add a bit of whimsy.” They spent the next hour going back and forth—figuring out the menu, debating the right choice for the cake, and deciding on the perfect music playlist. They disagreed on some things, like whether the band should play live jazz or acoustic music, but the little arguments only deepened their connection. “I still don’t understand why you want vanilla with strawberry filling,” Gabriel said, his brows furrowing playfully as he jotted down his notes. “Red velvet is where it’s at.” “Red velvet is overrated,” Lydia shot back with a laugh. “Vanilla is classic, light, and fresh—perfect for the warm weather. Red velvet is all

“There’s a new wine we want to launch. Elena nicknamed it the ‘Lamenting Raven.’ It was a fruit of labor between myself and a few other winemakers. It took us an entire year to come up with this new recipe. “It’s a brand that is most suitable for ladies. There isn’t much alcohol in it. Elena doesn’t know her way around alcohol but she has no problem drinking half a bottle of it. I’d like to find a spokesperson for it.” “It sounds like you already know who you want. I have a strong feeling it’s someone from Starlight Entertainment.” Maia was very confident that Errol already had someone in mind. He smiled and said, “You just know me, Maia. It’s a celebrity in your company.”

By 11:32 PM, we were finally ready, and the night was just beginning. Velvet Rush is an exclusive club for the city's young and wealthy folks. It is known for its extravagant parties, especially on weekends like this. You will find the most fashionable, adventurous, and influential young men and ladies gathered here to let loose. It’s captivating velvet-draped interiors, neon lights, and world-class DJs, and an ultimate spot to dance, drink, and network in style.

"You know what I like. But, okay. I will take the cake. The red velvet. I want two. One for you and one for me to enjoy while waiting for you working at the cafe there." "What?" "And I don't take a no. It's a customer order."

He then looked at me but he averted his gaze shortly. The man he is with then looks at me like I am some kind of puzzle he needs to fix. I noticed that his eyes are back to normal, as well as Atticus'. But who is this man anyway? "You must be, Ysobella," he eventually talks. His eyes danced with amusement. So he knows me. My forehead creased because I am still clueless about who he is. He noticed how puzzled I am so he finally introduces himself. "Oh, pardon me, my lady. I am Prince Draven Klaus Morreli of Dustham Kingdom, from the land of Ebonvale." He curtsy and kisses my hand. I was stunned but I managed to smile at him. So he's a royal blood vampire.

"What are you talking about? These are cute," The girl spared a short laugh of her own, tugging her hips away from his fingers as his hand inched the length of her thigh gesturingly, cheeks warm and heart remaining fast and strong; steady. "Well, yeah—They're lacy—but they're white," "...And?" "Men like masculine colours in underwear—like red and black and stuff..." the girl paused as the man's smile above her grew, teeth bright and white, blue eyes even brighter, gaze soft. "-don't they?"

Within reason. But if he’s calling instead of Nyx, something’s wrong. “What’s going on, Nathan?” Kayla asks, her voice tight. “When we got to Ios, Nyx had her own room. She used it to scry for the three remaining Riding Hoods and went after them—alone.” Everyone at the table starts cursing. Minus the babies. Though honestly, they probably would if they could. “She found them. Two were already dead. I think Nyx assumed the third—the Red One—was too. But she wasn’t. When we found the site, the Red One was barely hanging on. Before she died, she told us something…”

"What's that smile for?" "Nothing," he smirked. "Cake time!" They all gathered around the two cakes that were kept on the table. The first one was Natalie and Dante's cake which was a red velvet lace cake. The cake was a mouthwatering 4-step velvet cake with cream cheese icing. It had a white and red color with a red rose decoration at the top, light red roses on the body of the cake. The dark chocolate cake was also a 4-step cake and it was rich in cocoa. It had red roses designed by the side of the cake reaching to the top.