Red Velvet Future Novels & Stories

“You’re young. You didn’t owe me restraint.” “I owed you honesty,” Layla replies. “Yes,” she agrees. “You did.” She looks between them, something resolute settling into her expression. “This ends.” Layla’s heart lurches. “For now,” she adds. “Until I decide what happens next.” Luca nods once. “I understand.” “You will not see her privately,” she continues. “You will not message her. You will not create spaces where this can continue quietly.” She looks at Layla. “And you will not carry this alone.”

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

He stole a few pecks from her, but that was it before he took on a serious attitude, staring at her and beginning a short speech. "I didn't prepare anything for today, I'm not going to wear any costume, and I'm not going to use handcuffs or ties, Kath. I brought you here because it's where it all started, where you tied me so many times, physically, and also, unknowingly, tied me in a much broader sense, you know? Figuratively?" he asked, smiling, and she nodded, looking at her boyfriend with curiosity. "So, I think this is where I should tie you too... bind you in every way. Here and now, if you let me, I want to put on you the only handcuff that really matters to me." Taking a deep breath,

It wasn't worth thinking over, she just wanted to have fun as Hailey had suggested, removing all the thoughts and giving them problems. Hailey started to play a song and soon, they both started to sing along, clapping and shaking their bodies to the tune of the song. About another ten minutes late, they arrived at the club "Energy and Surface” and they got out of the car and then make their way towards the long line and wait. As soon as they reach the front of the line, Hailey reached into the back pocket of her short jeans skirt to pull out her fake ID but the man at the door shook his head at her.

She let her body move to the music. They danced in silence. Thea wished the mask would covered her identity, thus making her unrecognizable. The music began to enter its final stage as the hands around her waist began to wrap around and tug at her, causing Thea to look straight into Kay's gray eyes.

She gripped the counter, nausea rising. The collar was the exact shade of red Valerio had called her slip last night. Crimson. Blood and silk. It wasn’t just a threat—it was a message. Cael had eyes on her. And he knew. Valerio’s past hadn’t just caught up to him. It had slithered into their present, wrapped in velvet and poison. When Valerio returned, the first thing he saw was Sera, curled in a chair, the note on the table beside her.

I looked back one last time at the girl who had done the impossible—the girl who had silenced the Ghost. ​"Sleep well, Velvet," I whispered. "Because when you wake up, the game starts again." ​I stepped out into the hallway, my face hardening back into the CEO, back into the Reaper. Carl was waiting for me, a tablet in his hand and a knowing look in his eyes. ​"The car is ready, sir," he said. ​"Good. And Carl?" ​"Yes?" ​"If Ava mentions the 'sleeping pill' again, fire her."

I watched it all unfold, clearly catching the smugness in Gianna's eyes. I spent nights staying up, running from one stronghold to another, just to finally secure the trade route. Yet, with just a casual word, he handed my hard-earned efforts over to his childhood sweetheart. "Do whatever you want." I closed my eyes and turned away, my back facing him. A brief silence fell over the hospital room. Then, two sets of footsteps slowly faded away. With my eyes closed, that eerie video replayed in my mind once more. My future self, her face streaked with tears, was wearing a prison uniform.

Curvy Fate in Velvet Chains Chapter 21: The Sister The car sped through the rain-slicked streets. City lights blurred past the windows in streaks of neon and gold. I sat in the passenger seat still wearing the red dress from the gala. The silk clung to my skin damp from the rain and the chaos we had left behind. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. Elena drove with focused intensity. Her hands gripped the wheel tightly. She was beautiful in a sharp dangerous way. High cheekbones. Dark hair pulled back severely. Eyes that had seen too much and survived it all. She was Victor’s weapon. Raised in the shadows. Trained to obey. And she was my half-sister. A stranger who had just

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut