National Velvet Novel Novels & Stories

It felt weird at first because the only use of my mouth was to choke on dick but with time I got used to his questions. Damien Vale was no saint. He was a dangerous and powerful businessman with his own dark empire, but he was not allied with Voss or Silas. In fact, I slowly realized he had his own quiet rivalries with men like them.

“‘The petitioner receives… the secondary vehicle… a 2021 Mercedes… and… the contents of the… smaller wine cellar...’” Riven chuckled darkly, gripping her hips and driving deeper. “Pathetic. Keep going.” “‘…and the… jewelry gifted during the… marriage, excluding… pieces valued over… fifty thousand...ahh, fuck yes!’” He fucked her harder against the glass, one hand reaching around to pinch and tug at her nipples. The city lights blurred in her vision as pleasure built inside her. Every thrust pushed her breasts more firmly against the window, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the heat of his body.

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Ethan’s P.O.V Valentina stared hard at the broken glasses, and she withdrew her shaky hands ignoring me as though I wasn’t there, she began to pick up her books from the floor, and one of them caught my eyes. It was a plain white book with folded edges, it seemed like a fictional book. “Valentine’s Day” was the supposed title, it was written in bold blood-red letters, I was interested in the book because this is the first time I’ve seen such a unique title.

Delilah said with a smile, as if they were neighbors and this was a friendly call. The very sound of her voice triggered something primal. Yvette felt it in her bones. That woman—always groomed, always poised, always hiding venom behind velvet—had not changed in years. Yvette swallowed hard. “You can’t just walk in here.” “I knocked.” Delilah took a slow step inside, closing the door behind her with the soft click of intent. She wore a pristine cream trench coat and black gloves, as though she'd stepped out of a funeral catalogue. “I didn’t expect the place to be so… quaint.”

My heart sinks as I scan the bold title: "Is James the New Man in Valentina's Life?" Frustration and anxiety knot in my gut as I fling the article onto my desk. The glossy pages sprawl before me, each image like a jab at my inner turmoil. In the first photo, Valentina and James glide down the red carpet, their smiles dazzling under the camera flashes. Valentina, in her jaw dropping army green dress, leans into James. James, confident in his tailored suit, gazes at her with a steady adoration.

It’s the second day now, and I’m getting ready to meet Beatrice. I’m wearing a faded blue jean and a red blouse—clothes that don’t quite fit my usual style, but in a month, I imagine myself in designer clothes, living a whole new life. I pull up in front of the massive Everett building. It’s so huge, it feels like I could get lost in it. I wonder what the inside looks like. I knock on the gate lightly and wait. I don’t know how they’d even know someone knocked—there’s no bell here.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

He said something about not wanting too much of his money going to the same family. “I know, but I should have made sure we were in private before I asked you to try on the dress.” Glenda was the one who had sewed all her clothing since her grandma died. Glenda made Pebbles an off-the-shoulder purple dress from an old tablecloth Sinister told her to throw out. Pebbles was wearing it for Glenda yesterday when Sinister and Mr. Mobley walked in. Harrison had been dating Blair for the past two years—if you call having sex three times per week dating, so he was always around. Harrison was always complimenting Pebbles' beauty and Sinister detested it.

The harbinger of a storm they both knew would erupt. Valerio shattered the silence finally. "I need to show you something." She turned, brows raised. "Now?" He nodded and stood, moving across to the other side of the room. He pushed on a wall panel and the panel clicked open to reveal a state-of-the-art black safe. With code and fingerprint, the door opened to reveal a velvet-lined box. Valerio opened it. Inside its depths was a necklace. Not just any necklace. This one was tiny, silver and black diamonds, but the pendant hanging from it made her heart stutter.