National Velvet Novel Novels & Stories

perfect juliana:- what perfect are you going to kill my father velliam:- no I am talking about food it's so good (they finish their food and go to sleep ) novsitle:- bro what you do there in fight velliam:- I just kill his pride form soul and result is Good and there might be possibilities that he become empty shell like dead from inside novsitle:- you did something dangerous and you don't know whether you succeed or not velliam:- no I know I will be succeed and tell me what the heck you doing novsitle:- what are you saying velliam:- how can you spend time with her in library and I Stickley told you to say away from noble

One year later Valeria sat behind her glass desk, her fingers absentmindedly tapping a rhythm against her sleek black sketchbook. The floor-to-ceiling windows of her office framed the bustling New York skyline, but her eyes weren’t seeing any of it. Her mind was swirling with ideas for Noir De Luxe’s upcoming winter collection. She sighed, dragging her fingers through her soft brown waves as she murmured, “Velvet, maybe... with a little touch of red. Or something softer?”

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

The Billionaire's Collateral Husband Chapter 1 CONNOR Carter Vozinelik comes back to his senses when he felt a languorous hand movement right over his beefy chest. His head is sleepy; nevertheless, he gently opens his eyes as he stares at an ivory painted ceiling. This familiar scene of waking up early in the morning with an unknown woman by his side is not new to him. Her fingers from her soft hand slowly linger all over his fair and toned body. Connor left out a heavy sighed before he held his dazed head.

I was disgusted with her lust filled voice as she extended her hand, trying to touch mine. "Jayden she is Violet, my equerry." Well she looked more like a whore. Although Victor's anger had seemingly decipated but it was evident he wasn't in a mood for a conversation. Wordlessly I walked out of his suite, uncomfortable and agitated by the looks Violet was throwing at me. Returning to my room, I ordered the room service to clean the mess Victor created once he left the room. Two days later in the evening, during dinner as we sat on the terrace facing the ocean as the sound of waves hitting the shores filled the salty humid air.

"So tonight, I intend to bid for it and give it to you." "To me?" Catherine's voice trembled. "Why? That's too expensive..." "These tools only hold their true value when used properly," William said calmly, as if stating a fact. William looked at her, moonlight like liquid silver pouring over her, casting a soft, cool glow on the black evening gown. The velvet skirt shimmered faintly in the moonlight, making her exposed shoulders and neck appear even fairer, like gardenias blooming quietly under the moon. Her profile, outlined by moonlight, revealed delicate contours, and her clear eyes seemed to hold the moonlight within.

“Nothing about this is easy. But nothing worth fighting for ever is.” Night fell, and Ruby found herself in a sleek, black gown, the fabric hugging her frame while still leaving her comfortable. Kelvin wore his signature tailored suit, black as the shadows they moved through. The safe house felt distant, almost unreal, as a sleek car whisked them away toward the city’s most exclusive venue.

The soft mattress beneath her felt too expensive. The blankets smelled faintly of cedarwood and smoke. Then pain shot through her ankle. And memory returned instantly. The ghost girl. The stairs. Roberto. Elena sat up sharply,dim moonlight spilled across the massive bedroom around her. Everything inside the room screamed wealth. Black silk curtains. Dark wood furniture. Golden lamps glowing softly against crimson walls. Elena swallowed painfully. Her throat felt dry. Parched. She pushed the blanket aside carefully before testing her injured ankle against the floor.

One brunette, curves like a Ferrari, in a scrap of red lace that barely covered her tits. The other, blonde, slimmer, with legs that went on forever, draped in black fishnets and a thong that left nothing to imagination. They straightened when I entered, eyes lighting up with that mix of fear and greed I loved. "Alejandro," the brunette purred, sliding off the couch. "We’ve been waiting." I didn’t smile. Didn’t need to. "Names?" "Valeria," the brunette said, stepping closer, her hand trailing down my chest.

Chapter Four Temptation in Plain Sight NOVA POV The day after my friends left me with the man whose company I’ve been dreading again since our last meeting started with my favorite panties going missing. Not just any panties, it’s my soft pink lace ones. The ones I bought after reading Velvet Nights because the heroine wore them before her boss bent her over a desk and ruined her for every other man in the city. They were my “just in case” panties. Just in case something scandalous ever happened.