Red Velvet Anggota Novels & Stories

She nodded in satisfaction with his answer. "Prince Cortez of the East: the Katsuki Kingdom has now become our allies thus that means treating him as a prince is necessary, tomorrow this prince will be joining the Castaline Chavelier under Vincent's Leadership. However, the alliance must be kept in secret thus make sure no spies could ever enter this kingdom again!" She said announcing Cortez moving to the Chevalier Squad.

Come on babe, we all know that you have worked so hard for this. Kim sighed again before she spoke. "With whom will I be collaborating with?" She asked. "Hm, I'm not so sure. For now there are different people but they get to choose for you. Bts V and Jungkook, Blackpink's Jisoo and Rose, Twice Tzuyu, Red Velvet Irene, Selena Gomez, Ariana grande and I think lastly Nathan Cumbersome..." Kathie explained and Kim immediately squinted her eyes. "I'm familiar with all these you mentioned but not with Nathan Cumbersome. Who's he?" Kim asked.

“I trust you. You’re my princess. Nothing’s too big for you.” Angelique’s lips parted slightly in disbelief. Even for her, his naivety was stunning. The next day, Velvet Gem began their official activities. The group went shopping for their teaser photoshoot — dresses, jewelry, concept outfits — everything covered by Stanton’s sponsorship for the christmas fest, managed by Cornelia. Afterward, they filmed their first teaser and finalized their stage names: SORA (Suhee) – Leader, Main Rapper, Sub Vocal. | Representative Gem: Sapphire | Symbol: Crown | Color: Deep Midnight Blue

The clock read 2:47 a.m., but Reyes hadn’t looked at it in hours. The station was quiet now, most of the lights dimmed. Just the hum of the vending machine, the occasional radio chatter, and the scratch of his pen. Four manila folders lay open across his desk like a broken deck of cards: • Eric “Riko” Perez – Talent Manager at Red Velvet. Squeaky clean on paper—too clean for someone pulling strings behind the scenes.

THE PARTY HALL is surrounded by dim lights. Slow melodic music is being played. Before the celebration started, Drago gave a short message to his guests. I roamed my eyes around and I spotted Synth, along with his Beta, sitting on their respective chairs. I also spotted Lord Gregory and Lady Elondra but I haven't seen Einah and Marianna. When I brought back my gaze to Drago, I noticed that he isn't alone anymore. Beside him is a woman. She's tall and slim with black short hair that falls until her neck. Her face is calm but fierce.

Every time he looked at me, I felt like I belonged to him. Too many things were wrong. And I was doing all of them. Yet a part of me didn’t want to stop. A few minutes later, the phone rang. “Aurelian Group, this is Crystal. How may I help you?” “I need to schedule an appointment with Axel.” A woman’s voice came through the line. “May I have your name?” I heard her sigh, clearly annoyed. “I’m already registered. Alexandra Rimet.” Of course. I remembered her—the rude woman who had shown up without an appointment.

R. “I found this behind a picture of me and Vivienne.” His eyes flicked down. Saw the initials. His jaw tightened. “I know what you’re about to ask,” he said. She folded her arms. “Then answer before I ask.” A beat. Then “Astra Raines wasn’t just a recruit. She was part of the first generation of experimental Velvet training,” he said. “She was brilliant. Vicious when she needed to be. But soft around the edges.” “You loved her.”

They called her *Stella* on stage. Some manager had picked the name because it sounded like a p**n star and was easy to scream over a deafening bassline. But when the lights went down and the music died and the glitter stuck to her skin like shame, she was just **Sera** again. Sera Devlin. Twenty-three years old. College dropout. Full-time stripper. Part-time liar. She hated this place. *The Crimson Room* pulsed with the stench of greed and desperation. Men sat in velvet booths, drinking themselves under at bourbon and lust. Women moved across the floor in sequins and high heels, red paint on their lips, eyes lifeless behind their lashes.

We both ran through the hallways, our feet drumming noisily on the stone floor. "What's going on?" I yelled over the din, "Why is everybody running?" Streams of servants were joining us, dashing as quickly as they could, carrying all kinds of objects. Clothes, food, water, bedding... "It's the rebels," Mahra told me in a frightened voice, "They're here." Just as she spoke, men dressed head to toe in black appeared at the end of the hallway we were running down. They were armed with knives, spears and bows.